Farewell

My grandfather passed away this afternoon. He is survived by three wonderful daughters, one of whom is my mother. I’m glad that I’m in Beirut to be there for her. I wouldn’t normally write something about this on my blog, since I feel outward expressions of grief are a superficial call for pity. This isn’t about that. I think I’ve been blocking the reality of his passing, because it’s something too difficult to comprehend. This is just my way of dealing with it. He had a full life; he served his country and his family proudly. I resent the war and my family’s exile for having robbed me of childhood memories with him. I won’t attend the funeral tomorrow, because the military send off will be too much for me to stand. I’m glad I’ve written these few words. They’ve allowed me to cry. And I thank you for reading them with me. May he rest in peace.