I just got off the phone with my brother in Missouri, and my grandfather may be dying.
→[More:]He was hospitalized a couple of months ago with some severe hemorrhaging in his stomach, and now evidently he was rushed to St. John's via ambulance about an hour ago with severe bleeding from his bowel.
He's a tough, contentious old man who was absolutely goddamn miserable most of his life but discovered true love for the first time last year and has since come to embrace his family in a way that we find frankly shocking. Last Christmas he was so happy and full of thanks that he was positively beatific. He's a completely changed man, unrecognizable from what he used to be, and only had a few months to really embrace and enjoy life before all the troubles began.
He and my family (especially my father) would appreciate any prayers (if you are so inclined) and good thoughts. I wouldn't mind an encouraging head skritch, myself.
But to keep this from getting too maudlin, if you will permit the self-link to my currently mothballed blog, I would like to share with you
the story of my grandfather's penis as a living tribute to the man in all his glory.