I was at one point going to post a wrap-up on the whole Clara mystery now we’ve seen the finale.

But not now. My grandpa passed away over the weekend and I just can’t blog about fluff. Armed forces day was on Saturday and when I remembered I wanted to cry all over. My grandpa served in the army during WWII. He flew B-17s over Europe. At one point he was shot down and didn’t know of he’d landed in friendly territory or not. They didn’t wear their shows when flying the planes so he wandered around barefoot for a couple days.
He lived a full and long life. And death was a blessing in some ways. But we’ll miss him.