GF's Dad died yesterday. I met him twice, but it was after a dibilitating stroke that left him, well, a jibbering patient. Wake is Sunday and Funeral Monday. There will be no trying to invite myself over to Gallos or Opera this Sunday nite. I've been to so many wakes and funerals over the years. Much more to come. Probably you or you or you reading this rite now will be waked by me, or me by you.
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