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It was a day that brought about mixed feelings. Initially I was on cloud nine, as professionally a bullet was dodged on we managed to pull off the seemingly impossible by delivering on the incredibly improbable. I was able to leave work on time to wish "Any Wes" on his way, as he heads to Moosejaw to start a new life. In all I never really expected what was coming next.

I was taking some pictures, preparing for our European adventure in a couple weeks when the Mother Unit called, with some heavy heart news.

It would appear that the patriarchal end of my family has come to and end. My father and his dad were barely known to me, and my mother's dad was pretty much the only male, of blood, with which I have had an adult conversation. It was no secret, ever since the first time that we met, that I was not a fan of the woman in my grandfather's life, but still I manged to visit the old guy on occasion.

I did love visiting Grandpa, even though he fell asleep on me mid-sentence, and I did wish that I could know a bit more about him. I don't think that anyone was genuinely surprised on his passing, ever since his hospitalization recently, but that does not make the news any easier to accept.

Grandpa, my thoughts are with you.