My thoughts are chaotic at the moment. I have just arrived home after traveling since 10 this morning.  I apologize in advance if this entry is not quite intelligible. 


This weekend on the way home from a Bat Mitzvah in Montreal, I received the sad news that my grandpa passed away that morning. 

He did not even make it to the hospice.

My family had been trying to reach me all day.  Unfortunately, I was on the road: a long driving trip (over 10 hours in the car, if you did not stop at all) with my Hubby and my 2 year old.  We had been on the road for about six hours already with over five to go when I was finally able to check my messages.  And found out the news.



Of course I cried.  Even knowing that it was inevitable, I cried for his loss.

And still, I was grateful that I was given the chance to see him once again before he passed.

Once again, I will return to San Francisco next week for his services.

Oddly enough I find solace and comfort in what Starbuck has been going through the past ep.  This makes me very, very strange, but somehow, I can't seem to care.

The road home was very difficult, sheets of rain and flashes of lightning blinding me occasionally  and illuminating the landscape.  And yet, somehow, I found that peaceful too.