Sometimes

the hardest people to love are those closest to you.
My father tends to be the most pontificating man I know, besides myself.
He is so hard and unfeeling. Maybe he is grieving.
He was proud he knew it was coming. He said the angel of death came the first week
she was there and he alone had the authority to tell it to go away. But he knew it would be back.

The memorial service is August 10th.
I will be in Wisconsin and fly out from Milwaukee.
I don't know when I am returning.

I would choose this as the title of my blog. "If all beneath me falls away"
I know that you are God. How good it is to be loved by You.
I am not without comfort.
My Grandpa is.