On Friday, March 26, we got the sad sad news that my great-grandfather died. The news came in as me and my mom were having lunch with my sister - and meeting her boyfriend for the first time (nice kid, by the way, and I like his hair). We had just ordered strawberry shortcake when my mom got the message from Sharon. Bobby had been sick for a while but when someone can climb up a utility pole late into his 60s, somehow you don't expect that person would ever die. He was very healthy until the doctors started messing around with him a few years ago. He lived to be 85.
This is a photo taken of us in Washington in September. My mom thinks that she was his favorite but you can tell from how he is smiling at me that I was his true favorite. He said I am fascinating (which I am, and getting more so by the day). He would really like me now.
On Saturday after Bobby died, we decided we should have strawberries and waffles. We went to a little cafe and we know Bobby would have complained about the waffles. Not enough strawberries and not syrupy sweet how he likes them. So we tried again on Sunday. My dad made the waffles and my mom made the strawberry compote. The problem was that we ran short of strawberries so we had to add blueberries. We know Bobby would have complained about that too! It seems likely that we will have to wait until we can go to the Cornerhouse to get the perfect waffles.
On Saturday, my dad also took me to the park (actually, the state cemetery) and I picked some grass and flower petals and tossed it in the water for Bobby. It is fun to pull grass. I wonder why we didn't take Bobby to that cemetery when he visited Austin. It is where soldiers and famous Texans are buried. The only one I can think of right now is Ann Richards but people go crazy for the confederate heroes and what not. snoooore.
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