2 years
It's been two years.
Two years since my grandpa died. But sometimes, it feels like just yesterday. What makes it worse, I guess, is that my roommate's grandmother died yesterday. That dredged up feelings. I hardly ever see her, because she works the morning show at a radio station, and I usually work nights, but I did run into her at the mall as i was leaving yesterday. She was out looking for shoes. When I gave her a hug, I mentioned that I lost Grandpa 2 years ago this weekend, my tears just sorta bubbled up and out.
It's wierd because I don't know that I ever cried about Grandpa. I cried at his service, but that was after they announced that Uncle Norm was in the hospital with a stroke, more of an emotional release.
I was talking with Debbie the other day, about the events surrounding Grandpa's last days, as she was there and we weren't. And I realized, I wasn't there. I was living by myself, I wasn't getting phone calls at all hours of the day and night, my life, basically, went on.
Unlike my roommate, we knew Grandpa was slipping away. He had been for quite a while, but the last month went rather quickly. I was fortunate enough that I got to see him one last time and say "goodbye", but because we lived 1500 miles away, we were far removed from it all. The other roommate and I were discussing it last night, whether it was better to go quickly or have time to say "goodbye" And now, the more that I think about it, I think that sometimes God knows what He's doing and each situation is the right one for the people involved. For us, slowly was best because the family is kinda spread out. It gave my family time to come up, and other family who live out west. For my roommate, her whole family lives within a 5 hour radius, enough that they all were able to see her one last time in the short time they had.
Two years since my grandpa died. But sometimes, it feels like just yesterday. What makes it worse, I guess, is that my roommate's grandmother died yesterday. That dredged up feelings. I hardly ever see her, because she works the morning show at a radio station, and I usually work nights, but I did run into her at the mall as i was leaving yesterday. She was out looking for shoes. When I gave her a hug, I mentioned that I lost Grandpa 2 years ago this weekend, my tears just sorta bubbled up and out.
It's wierd because I don't know that I ever cried about Grandpa. I cried at his service, but that was after they announced that Uncle Norm was in the hospital with a stroke, more of an emotional release.
I was talking with Debbie the other day, about the events surrounding Grandpa's last days, as she was there and we weren't. And I realized, I wasn't there. I was living by myself, I wasn't getting phone calls at all hours of the day and night, my life, basically, went on.
Unlike my roommate, we knew Grandpa was slipping away. He had been for quite a while, but the last month went rather quickly. I was fortunate enough that I got to see him one last time and say "goodbye", but because we lived 1500 miles away, we were far removed from it all. The other roommate and I were discussing it last night, whether it was better to go quickly or have time to say "goodbye" And now, the more that I think about it, I think that sometimes God knows what He's doing and each situation is the right one for the people involved. For us, slowly was best because the family is kinda spread out. It gave my family time to come up, and other family who live out west. For my roommate, her whole family lives within a 5 hour radius, enough that they all were able to see her one last time in the short time they had.
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