Marcel Lauzon |
After a protracted and occasionally delayed battle, my mother’s 80-something-year-old father’s long-failing health finally took a turn for the worse earlier today. I spent the evening at the hospital at his bedside, along with much of the immediate family. We weren’t that very close (I just didn’t see him that often), but he was still my grandfather. At least he left in peace and loving company.
Bye, Papi.