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Himself's mother e-mailed me last week to let me know that Bob had gone into the hospital and wasn't doing well; I called her the next night and found out he had passed away the night before.

I'm thinking about doing some combination of sponsoring the online guestbook associated with his obituary so it will remain online after a month and paying to add pictures to it because I have several nice photos from his military career, mountaineering, and with Himself and Laurel.

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I think Laurel named a yo-yo after him the day after she told me he was in her dream, but she seems to be doing okay.

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I'm not entirely sure if Laurel understands what's going on, but I did my best to explain it in age-appropriate terms. She was aware of my grieving after we found out about his passing and to talk to her Crawford family, so I helped her call her grandmothers (Himself's mother and Bob's mother) and she talked to both of them.

I'm grieving. I tried to talk to Vogon about it, but he hates it when I cry so I think I'm going to see what sort of affordable counseling I find locally.

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I told her that her Grandpa Bob was sick the same day Betty e-mailed me to let me know he'd gone into the hospital. After we found out he'd passed on, I told her that he had died and was feeding the fish in heaven. (Laurel's first experiences with death were fish and other aquarium creatures.)

She said she had a dream about him a few days later. She didn't really want to talk about it when I asked and instead wanted to show me a yo-yo she named Bob.

I'm keeping an eye on her for any changes in behavior that might indicate that she needs to talk about her loss and I'll let her school counselor know when I see them on Wednesday.

I'd guess he was in his late 50s, based on my knowledge that he was older than my folks, played football at Wheat Ridge around the same time as Freddie Steinmark and Dave Logan, and joined the Marines in the mid to late 1960s.

Laurel seemed sad that she wouldn't get to see him next time we visit Colorado, but she says he's in heaven and he can take care of our late fish there... and yo-yo. She's really stuck on him having a yo-yo in heaven.