Harrison's great-grandpa Harold (Doug's mom's dad) passed away on Friday. He was 80, at home, and surrounded by family when he went. He was the last of Harrison's great grandpas and often called him "Hamilton." It was genuine forgetfulness the first time, but after that we suspect he was just taking the piss. He was a good guy and a loving grandpa, and we will all miss him.
It's been an exhausting and sad week, but I was really struck by how much better it was because of Harrison's presence and shenanigans. He kept us all engaged, and he made everyone laugh and say repeatedly, "Is he always this busy?" (Our answer was "Yes. Every waking moment.")
Having started the week with a sad event, we end it with a happy one: Val and Tara's long overdue wedding reception in Massachusetts. I'm catching a ride up early with Jenna and am not feeling much regret about not sharing the five-hour car ride with a screaming 1-year-old. That honor will go to my mom, who undoubtedly will be in hog heaven.
I will be sure to post some pictures of the beautiful brides--and of Hamilton shaking his groove thing out on the dance floor.
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