gigamatic

Dad called around 6:30 last night while I was up on a ladder scraping away at the wallpaper border. "Just thought you ought to know, your uncle died last night."

Calling hours are today 2-4 and 6-8 and tomorrow. The funeral is tomorrow, but Dad isn't sure where/when. He went ahead and told my grandmother, who, I guess, is taking it ok. She asked him to take her to the funeral home, so they're going together today. Dad says he will try not to linger there, just to keep her from going into a deep depression.