It's about the passing of your research advisor, probably your first research mentor. Has anybody experienced that?
Often, feelings for our research mentors and advisors change from awe to hatred as we muddle our way through grad school. In my case, my advisor never knew how often I plotted his demise. We still chat occasionally. I would be sad to learn that he died (especially if it was because I forgot to remove one of the lethal traps I had set in his office).
To restate my Sunday Thirsty question:
How did you deal with the loss of your advisor?
You might be waiting for the punchline but there is none. I'm serious because this is a serious topic.
OK, if you have something funny to say, hold off for a bit. I'll have an opportunity for you on Tuesday but I want these comments to stay on topic out of respect for those who share how they struggled with this. Thanks.