Pop died today. I need to write it. To keep on saying it. 101 years is such a long time - and yet, still a flash.
We got the news - I was with my sister in Rockhampton - and I had to leave very soon afterwards to pick Andrew up from the airport and keep driving north.
Silly time to have planned a holiday.
Andrew got into the car and I started looking at the clock. Just one hour ago and he was still breathing! He was close to us still - just a few minutes away! But time keeps moving. It's night now. We're 500kms further north and he's 8 hours further away. And getting swept further back into the past. What does it matter if he lived for more than a century? Time is a rip.
Please pray for my grandmother. After a marriage of 75 years, she is alone.
Three months ago I had 3 living grandparents. Now I'm down to one.