July 14, 1973In which I admit Grandpa died

Why don't I just come out and say Grandpa's dead? Wouldn't it be easier than making a story? I leave too much feeling out of things when I write them down.

The pastor who buried Grandpa's body said exactly what I kept on telling myself. That what was lying in the coffin wasn't my grandpa. It was only an object that had housed his true self, his spirit.

Note

I believe the pastor's word was envelope. Which was a tie in to the fact that Grandpa Green worked for the US Postal Service.