My Grandfather

by Steve Mitchell

Yesterday, at work, I got a call from Lucie. My grandfather had passed away.

I guess I don’t want to blog about it much. I’m still in a post-pneumonia haze and I haven’t begun to process the news. I wasn’t very cIose to him as an adult, but still . . .

He was in his nineties and hadn’t really been sick. He just died of natural causes, in his sleep.

He was a decent man. He had a long, decent life and a fast, gentle death.

It seems a good way to go about it.

Yeah.