Really just kind of blogging now. Read at your peril. My wife is hours away tonight, having visited her grandmother in the ICU. Grandma is only being comforted at this point. They've decided to let her go. I don't know what life will be like exactly after this. I don't expect grandpa to live long after she's gone; they've spent the last few years seated side by side in easy chairs sipping Bloody Maries. He used to fly everything from fighters to supply planes in the days during and right after WWII. If you asked them, they would recount their longtime hobby of crashing weddings. That's right, she was a wedding crasher. They'd show up, eat the hors d'ouevres, he'd dance with the bride, she'd dance with the groom, they'd drink a few drinks and then a few more, and then off they'd go.
