Words

I am not a grief person: I don’t like it, I don’t like sharing it, I don’t want people to know. So. That being said, I wanted to talk about a few things that are related to papaw dying. He has died; he has not “passed”: I don’t think he was taking any tests. I have not “lost” him: I know exactly where he is. He is dead, deceased, he is no more. I almost went Monty Python there for a minute, but that wanders into the vagaries that people tell each other to avoid facing the fact that they too will one day cease to be. One final note: please don't say you are sorry, unless you are actually responsible for his death. I know that doesn't leave anyone anything to say, which is fine. What I actually want is a lot of hugs because, to me, there aren't words for this. So. Okay, I am done with that bit.