Sad. Weirdness.

Sad. Weirdness.
Erik's grandma passed away yesterday morning.

Erik and his sister flew out to Nevada to see her on Monday, meeting up with much of the rest of the family. His grandma had been checked into a hospice center over the weekend, and time was running out. They had known this trip was going to happen for quite a while, the goodbye trip, the trip that I wasn't supposed to be a part of.

He's so peaceful about it, so glad to have spent those last few moments with her, and so amazed to know that she effectively stuck around to see as many of her children and grandchildren as she could.

I won't be able to go to the funeral, because I'll be knee-deep in an international church organization meeting in Houston - one of my last in my term. Erik's family pushed the funeral out until Saturday morning to make sure as many people as possible could fly in. There's still a chance I could cancel my flight, but I doubt I will. It was assumed that I wouldn't be coming to the funeral.

I can't really put how I feel into words. I just want to go with Erik and hold his hand. I feel like I'm letting him down.


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