I have many flaws but one that has always bothered me is that I have never had much capacity to express sympathy and sorrow.
I remember when my granddad died in 1978. He had suffered through about 70 heart attacks during the previous ten years but kept on going…. Until the day that I told him I was officially going to graduate from Texas A&M University. He died in his sleep that night. I was a serious juvenile delinquent when he and grandma adopted me, and I think he knew that I would be alright once I graduated from college.
When I attended the funeral — I was 23 — everyone except me was crying. I tried to cry but the tears wouldn’t come. Granddad was 69. At the time I thought he had lived a long life; he was dead. Move on.
Same thing happened in 1983 when my…
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