He *was* a complicated and interesting man. We were not incredibly close, but I respected him tremendously, and I can count on one hand the number of parent-generation people I'll say that of. I'm in Massachusetts at least a little because of him, and I'm a science geek more than a little because of him. Much more than a little. I would have liked him to see my book on anti-seizure medications. Hell, I'd've liked him to see Elayna graduate college. He was not young - he was in his seventies. Which is not deadly-old these days. He was in ill health and had been for some time, but this was unexpected. My dad is managing to keep it together, but the seams are showing. My aunt - his widow, my father's oldest sister - is falling apart. As would you if you lost a partner of some fifty years. She alternates on the phone between stunned heartbreak and rushes of rapid-fire remembrance. She has a friend at the condo with her, though, and her daughter's driving in tonight.
Bostonians - is there a bus service that runs out to Cape Cod? That's where the funeral is, on Monday; my parents can drive us back here, but it's easiest for everyone if we take the bus out, and I really want to do as much as I can myself.
I'm dealing with things by getting all organizational. And right now, I'm going to go finish wrapping and addressing the stuff that I absolutely must mail tomorrow.