It is so late on a Sunday night that it is now Monday morning, and I still can’t sleep. So let me get this off my chest, because it won’t be off my mind for some time.
I was half-awake/half-asleep Sunday morning and enjoying the silence. Thinking ahead to the official commemoration of Veterans’ Day (Monday), I was wondering what my brother might be up to. If he was off work, it might be a good chance to drive down to Tuscaloosa together and see my great-uncle Grady.
Five minutes later, the phone rang. Phone calls before 7 a.m. are seldom good news. Grady had passed away overnight.
Some things are just so far beyond explanation, you embarrass yourself trying.
The funeral for Grady Bobo, Sr., is Tuesday afternoon in Fayette, Alabama.
[tags]Ike Pigott, Occam’s RazR[/tags]
