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Death is Strange

My grandpa died this morning. I got messages on my phone about it--strange, impersonal recordings. I don't know how exactly I expected it to end. I don't know how it will affect the family, really. I'm still trying to figure out how it affects me. What is Grandma thinking right now? How does one really deal with the death of the one person you've spent almost every moment of over 60 years with? Every smile. Every tear. Every pondering question. Every joy and every pain. My heart is rent for her. I still think she does not know the Great Comforter, whose heart bleeds along with hers for the death of one Henry George Ripley, dearly known as Rip to his friends and family. He was a mischievous man, my grandfather, but one of deep devotion to his family, to work, to pursuit of peace and justice. But although he was in his younger years devoted to "religion", I never discovered if he had a relationship with the Great I Am. Same story with Grandma. I