Thank you, Perkins and Sox.
This is going to hit hard later. The fact that the news got to me three days after it happened due to my father's brain fart is
really
starting to hurt. I'm not mad at my dad--it wasn't an intentional lapse on his part--but still.
I'm sorry about your stepgrandfather, Anne. {{Anne}}
I'm so sorry, Anne, for all of you. The family members who randomly and unexpectedly stumble into your life can be as good as the ones you're born with, and are sometimes much better and richer. I'm glad you had him in your life, and sorry he won't be here with you for years and years more.
My condolences to you and yours, Anne.
I'm sorry, Anne. Much peace to you and your family.
I'm sorry, Anne. My condolences.
Thank you. I was closer to him than either of my biological grandfathers. What's weird is that I keep thinking how I was glad he got to see the 11th Doctor, but how wrong it is he won't get to learn who River Song really is. Also, about a week before he died, I picked up some genuine Cadbury bars and some McVities digestive biscuits from the international grocery store for him. The Cadbury Crunchie bar I got him was the last food he was actually able to enjoy, per my Dad. And now I'm crying again.
Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry for your loss.