Grampa (my stepdad) slipped into the next world on Monday, October 23, 2006 at 11:46 p.m.  He was in a lot of pain, was unable to walk, eat, drink... had sores that would not heal... may have had pneumonia at the end, we don't know.  He was on pain meds to keep him out of pain, so he came to be in a sleep mode he couldn't come out of.  And now he is gone.

He was a World War II vet, having served in the U.S. Army from 1943 to 1947, serving in the Philipines.  He saw warfare  there, that he was never able to talk to us about, and that kept him from ever watching any army movies on television.  It was too real and too painful. He'd been there.

We might have his remains interred at Arlington National Cemetary.  One other option is that his remains might be transported, when my mom relocates, and be buried at a military cemetary near where she relocates to.  My step-sister, who will relocate with my mom, might prefer this so that she can "be near" her dad. 

I am looking to have some "down time" (HA!), now that I will not be traveling daily, repeatedly, to and from the Hospice. I will be trying to get some of my bio-dad's estate stuff wrapped up. Then I can move my focus to helping my mom declutter 49 years worth of household clutter so that she can sell and relocate.

Oh, and I will try to homeschool, too.  (Good thing Jboy is ahead, and not behind. He really learns well from computer programs, and likes to do Clifford Phonics, Study Dog Phonics, and Math Blaster, all of which are on the computer, freeing me when I need to be on the phone taking care of estate issues.)