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My grandfather passed away early this morning, in the nursing home. He's been there the last few years, and his dementia had gotten so bad that when I visted him at Christmas, I'm not sure he was even entirely aware there were other people there - there was a certain implicit understanding at the time that it might be the last time I'd see him.

We were never that close, particularly the last few years, so I'm not really deeply devastaed...more of a deep emotional weariness than anything else. I'm a little concerned about my dad and my grandmother, though.

The memorial service is two weeks from Friday - I'm not going because it's the weekend right inbetween the end of classes and the beginning of finals, and while I might be able to get some stuff moved, it still wouldn't be worth it, really. He donated his body to Harvard Medical School, so there's going to be an interment sometime later.

Comments are off because I don't really feel like talking about this (which means no *hugs* or anything, please. Love you all, I just want to move on from this).