Endings.

I originally wrote this in March 2023 or so, but it remains relevant.

My wife’s grandfather died on Sunday morning. He was 89. It seemed like he hadn’t been doing super great for a month or so, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected, but it’s obvious sad. She was coming back from a bachelorette north of Houston when she found out. I was staring at a 48 Hours episode I’d already seen. Since I’ve been in her life, two of the othe…