...and taxes

My fiance's grandfather* was killed last week, and we have spent the week-end trying to get over the shock, and making arrangements to attend the memorial service next week. It has been a nightmare, emotionally and otherwise. I cannot fathom how someone could possibly choose to deliberately hurt a helpless old man. I will never know what in a person's life could make them become so evil. Because that's what it is: pure evil.
It's why I always say (only half-joking) that I can never be a full-on liberal. I truly believe that some actions are so heinous, so far beyond the pale, that they deserve the ultimate punishment.

I have been knitting like mad. It's the most solace I can find, and I like to think it gives my beloved a tiny sense that normal will return.

*His grandfather was, by all reports, a brilliant scientist, and a cantankerous old fart. I'm so sorry I never got to meet him.