I say "was", because Julie and I were woken at 2:45 this morning by a phone call from her mother to tell us that he died last night. He had been in and out of hospital since Christmas, for a couple of days each time, long enough to get him back on his feet again. And then a couple of weeks ago he reached the point where that wasn't feasible any more, and he was taken in. First to Belfast hospital, and then moved to Bangor hospital to be closer for visiting family. They were with him at the end, for which I am grateful.
My week is thus thrown into uproar - things at work are _intense_ right now. I joined the staff representative group, and spent the last two days having my induction training. There are major legislative changes afoot in the finance industry right now and I'm making sure my bits of the software changes are going to plan. There is the usual fun and games that needs to be dealt with on top of that. And all of it is going to get shifted sideways for a few days so I can fly over to Northern Ireland for my grandfather-in-law's funeral. Because his memory is worth that. At the least.
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