The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

Once upon a time, in a house not far from mine, was a six-year-old boy named Joey, who lived with his great-grandfather, aunt, and cousins. One night, Joey climbed into his great-grandfather's bed for some reason (I wasn't told why). As he went to wake up his great-grandfather, Joey discovered that he wasn't breathing. Joey called for his aunt, who came running down the stairs. She checked her grandfather, and immediately called for the life squad. Joey's great-grandfather had died in his sleep.

You all remember telling you about the kid I was tutoring. Well, my brother got a phone call this evening saying that Joey's great-grandfather (the one who would pay me to tutor Joey) had just died minutes before my brother was called. The first paragraph of this entry was a re-telling of what my brother told me, when he came back here to call Dad. I asked him if it was painful, and I am glad to hear that it was while he was sleeping. But it must be so hard on Joey, who just wanted to sleep next to him.

*What I never told you is that Pop, Joey's great-grandfather is related to our family.

I was originally going to talk about the nearly three inches of snow and ice on the porch right now, but Pop's death takes priority. And anyway, it's not too bad. Just bad enough to force me to stay home when I could probably be trying to comfort Joey for his loss. And I have to stay near the phone just in case someone calls, because I guess my house is the information center in this situation.

Anyway, that's going to be all for this entry. I'm also going to post a short gaming blog entry saying that the regularly scheduled gaming updates will resume tomorrow. I just can't do it tonight. So, I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael