Jun 08, 2009 21:25
It's been two months to the day since my grandfather died. It feels like a year, but it also feels like it was only yesterday, and that it's all just a terrible dream and that I'll wake up soon. Catch-22, my friends, Catch-22. I think about him everyday. I really, really miss him. If this constitutes life after Mr. Bennet has passed on and left behind his family, then it is very dull indeed. I still feel that aching grief in my chest, but I don't suppose that it's something that ever goes away. We all ache for different reasons and for different people.
I was supposed to work 5-8:30 today, but Kimmie had a lot of back pain, so I got called in for 1. I don't mind helping her out, I was just sad that I had to go in early on a Monday. It wasn't too bad though. We've had busier. And douchier. They let me go a few minutes early anyway, so we're square I guess. I'm glad I don't have to go back until Thursday though, truth be told.
Today was also Stuart's 21st birthday. I called him and he said he had a good day, a fact for which I am glad. I believe tomorrow marks the seventh anniversary of his father's passing. I'll definitely be calling him to make sure he's ok. I'm happy he enjoyed his birthday, at any rate.
I didn't get to finish The Poe Shadow. It is proving denser than I first believed. I'm getting there though. Now I'm going to go read some more, watch a little tv, and then go to bed. Kayla and I are going visiting at THS tomorrow, and then out for some ice cream!
kayla,
sad,
kimmie,
stuart,
tv,
grandpa,
work,
tough stuff,
books,
ice cream,
birthdays,
grief,
family,
adventures