Due to mis-communication with my father – who is in New Mexico and has a less than decent cell phone – it wasn’t my grandfather that died, but my grandfather’s female friend who lived with him.
Which is less sad than before (actually, it’s quite a relief), but still sad because it was the last person from my grandfather’s past that was alive. So now my grandfather lives in a small town of less than 8k people and he’s basically the oldest person there. She wasn’t the nicest person to be around, but she kept my grandfather company. Now he’s all alone among people at least 15 to 20 years younger than him, at 91 years old.
Thanks to the people who sent condolences either by my blag or by text message or by email. It was kind of a false alarm, but thank you very much all the same.