I guess it's real.

Pop's obituary was printed today, that makes it real. Right? I still have a hard time believing it, or rather being in it. The truth that is. It's not that I don't believe it, or know it, I am just not living it yet.

Tommy has apparently started having a reaction to his grandfather's death. We told him, in simple terms, grandpa died, and he was very matter-of-fact about it. This is what I would expect of any four year old. However in the last few days, if Pat or I leave the house without giving Tommy a kiss and a hug, he falls apart. Screaming, hysterical crying. I promised him today that we would never leave him again without a kiss and hug. We have a birthday party to attend to day for my niece H., I know it's going to be a ton of fun for the kids, and hopefully a good distraction.

The rest of the family is doing as well as can be expected. We have been having the mother of Irish wakes in the last few days! I know Pop would have loved the scenes that have played out.