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]
So sorry to hear about your loss, Ike
Mom was here when we found out. All the day before, we kept talking about Grady. How we needed to take pictures of Julia in overalls to send to him.
Also, when I was in the shower, I started to think of that side of the family. That generation. That was Saturday morning.
I had trouble sleeping last night too. I have been up and down. I can’t stop thinking about him.
Always best to get things like this off your chest and talk about it…it’s cathartic. Loss is a weird thing we have to deal with. Never had anyone I truly care about die…sorry for your loss
You must have had a deep connection, that’s why you had the “eerie thoughts.” Some people believe that such deep connections last regardless where the body is…
I’m very sorry for your loss. You have lots of readers/supporters out here, I’m sure many are sending you good thoughts to help you through this.
I just found this blog. I met Grady when I went to my cousin Vaughan Lynch’s wedding in 2007.
Grady was married to the daughter of my great aunt Mary Lynch Aldridge. My brother, my Uncle Jim and I had a nice visit with him. At the time I was just getting started in the family history so I didn’t really know what to ask. When I heard he was gone.. there was such a loss. Less than a year later, I also lost my Uncle Jim.