And Then There Was One

It's always bad news when home calls at 8:00 in the morning. And my Mom tends to call only when someone croaks. At least this time I am not across the goddamned country.

I've never liked the way I deal with death. Perhaps it was being raised that there is an afterlife, but death has never affected me in any significant way.

My Dad was apparently having a fit this morning, an odd image for me to bring up to be sure.

Anyway, Wuelito Alvaro Lopez died this morning at 7:30 after a short-lived recovery from pneumonia. He was my Father's Father and in many aspects near a god to me. Really, any man your Dad calls for advice on how to fix something is worth a little worship.

Grandma Consuelo is really ill too and this ought to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. So stay tuned, I guess.