Bad News
Mood:  sad
Jim got a call tonight from his friend/adopted mother. Apparently "Papa Roy" (his "grandfather") has passed on. We are currently making arrangements to go to NC for the funeral on Friday. It means sacrificing time and money, but it's very important to Jim, and I agree that it's the right thing to do. Poor Jim is heartbroken, and I'm having trouble letting him out of my sight. He is scheduled to work in a few minutes, but I was under the impression that he was going to come in early. Maybe I'm being overly protective, I don't know. I think I hear his truck in the parking lot.