Seananigans

On Wednesday morning, I received a phone call from my dad around 7:00AM. I knew if he was calling this early, it was probably to tell me some unfortunate news. My grandfather, Perry Raybuck Sr., had been hospitalized about a month earlier due to some successive strokes and was in pretty bad condition. About 2 weeks earlier I was able to visit him, and also see my new nephew (my brother and his wife's first child). Papa Perry was in pretty bad shape in the hospital. While I think he understood who was in the room, he was in pretty bad condition and couldn't say but a few words. I told him I loved him, and my father discussed that he and the family wanted to try to get him out of the hospital and back at home. They were able to do so about a week later, and he received home hospice care 24-hours until he passed away in his sleep around 1AM - in his house, with many of the people he loved and who loved him. This was my first time to have someone relatively close to me die, and while I think I dealt with it well, it certainly brings one awareness of new questions dealing with both life and death.

After I got this 7AM wake-up call, I am awake and go to class, then head over to the UCM-Wesley, an on-campus ministry where I need to finish getting everything prepared for the presentation I would be giving around 5:30 on the Border Wall being built. After the presentation, my Mom calls me and we discuss going up that evening, but decide to leave early Thursday morning. She would pick me up at my house in San Marcos, and we would drive to  Ft. Worth together...