Papa Bob

Well, Papa Bob just passed away. So sad. He seemed to go so quickly, even though I know he's been sick for months, and in and out of the hospital. He was just so larger than life, in every respect. Physically, vocally, anecdotally. He was a grand storyteller, although by now I'd heard pretty much all of them several times over. I imagine his funeral will be half-grief, half-laughter with bouts of remember the time...interspersed with the moments when words can't express and hopefully all of it well-marinated (overserved!). He would have enjoyed that. The girls are devasted that we can't go, as am I. I have an additional layer of guilt over my inability to manage our finances better, because we should have had the resources available. Money is a goddamn shitty reason not to attend a great man's funeral. Having an awful time, Papa Bob, wish we were there.