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Cordelia had a soccer game yesterday. Her team lost, I think. The other team was simply really good. They passed well and were good at intercepting and stealing the ball. Cordelia's team played fairly well; they scored twice to the other teams thrice. I could tell, though, that they were outmatched.

Scott's parents came to the game. The weather was lovely, so it was a good weekend for them to come (not like that miserably cold softball game in July). After the game, we all went to Espresso Royale on Plymouth and had tea and coffee and talked. We expected football traffic to be a problem since the soccer game ended forty-five minutes before kickoff, but the roads were actually quite clear.

After Espresso Royale, we did our grocery shopping. Cordelia was going to sit in the store's coffee shop and read, but the TV was on and was, she says, quite loud. She couldn't concentrate, so she walked the store with us.

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Still no word on when, where or if there will be a service for my grandfather. They're having him cremated. It was cheaper by about $2200 to have him taken to the the mainland to do it rather than having it done on Big Pine Key where he lived. Mom says that the funeral directer on Big Pine tried to convince her that the extra money was necessary to do it right, that she should want the absolute best for her loved one. She wasn't convinced.

She also told me that they kind of knew this was coming. A few weeks ago, he stopped singing, and he stopped being interested in food. He would eat if prompted, but he stopped asking about food.

She was frustrated by being so far away. He apparently kept falling, and the caregivers kept calling 911 which ended in him being taken to the hospital each time to be poked and prodded and generally made miserable. She had to fight each time to get him returned to his home where he was comfortable. The doctors wanted to do things like put in a pacemaker and put him in a nursing home.

Mom and her brothers were trying to make him as comfortable as possible without going to heroic lengths to prolong his life. When Mom got word that he wouldn't wake up on Friday, she called his doctor and got DNR orders plastered all over the house. He was 90.

I talked to my sister, too. She has clear memories of our childhood visits with our grandparents, things I remember when she mentions them but that I never remember unprompted. I wish I remembered that sort of thing. I'd like to share stories like that with Cordelia.