Last night neither Danielle nor I slept well, tossing and turning and frequently waking each other up. Just before 6am Danielle decided that she’d sleep downstairs, but after being unable to find a sufficient warm blanket I told her that I wasn’t sleepy, would just get up, and that she could have the bed. No more than a minute later my phone rang with my mom calling to tell me that PA (my grandpa on my mom’s side) had died in his sleep.
Recently he hadn’t been doing well so this was not unexpected news but such things are always a bit of a shock. Still, I can’t help but marvel at the timing. Life is strange and it’s weird how things like this happen.