The bedside, M. Ward, and the triumph of robots

I talked to my Dad and youngest cousin (who is maybe the most mature of all of us) today who are both at my Grandpa's bedside. Everyone's up there, really. It's hard to be away. I keep telling people close to me who ask how he is, that he is good, peaceful, and getting ready to go. It's not really him that we have to worry about, it seems. Like with Grandma before him, it's the quiet and profound aftermath that descends on the still-earthly folks.

Recently I played a song for my mom that has reminded me of Grandpa for years. It's only just appropriate now, because it's about the passing of an awesome old guy. I have been an M. Ward fan for years and recently saw him play live. Here's a link to his song, "Requiem". The video is interesting, but not that relevant. Just give it a listen if you have time.

Speaking of songs, I love how a song, played once in the car on the way to or from school, can become an anthem for a day or two. My older two have been huge fans of verbal hand-me-down stories and YouTube clips of the Flight of the Conchords guys. Yesterday, their tune "Robot" (video here) jumped onto my youngest's radar. We had to hear it three times this morning (yes, I edit it; sheesh). For a little while, we always had to say "affirmative" in place of "yes".

I'm telling you something: those three people are the funniest people I know.