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My grandfather died today-- or yesterday. Whatever you call it, he passed away on March 20th a little before 11 in the morning. The first day of spring. I think he loved spring and summer the most. He could get down to visit us more and work outside. He loved just sitting in the background on nights when we would grill, just sitting peacefully.
I think that's what he loved the most: just sitting and watching the people he loved around him. I see-- or well, saw-- a lot of myself in him, looking back now. He was always the quiet type, not quite interacting with the people around him but still happy to be there and chiming in when he felt it necessary.
He was just happy doing his own thing and being who he wants to be.
I loved that about him.
He had a stroke on Valentine's day, was in the hospital for a few days before he was released. Then he moved in with us (my mom and me). Then my sister Hannah came back home when she heard he was sick.
My sister Henrietta came home last weekend to see him. It's a good thing she came back. Her spring break isn't until next week and, obviously, it would have been too late to see him.
I don't know how I feel about all of this.
I'm still numb. It's weird walking to my room or to the bathroom and not seeing him in the other bedroom.
Should I be sad that he's gone?
Or happy that he's no longer suffering?
Human emotions, you fail me.
I think that's what he loved the most: just sitting and watching the people he loved around him. I see-- or well, saw-- a lot of myself in him, looking back now. He was always the quiet type, not quite interacting with the people around him but still happy to be there and chiming in when he felt it necessary.
He was just happy doing his own thing and being who he wants to be.
I loved that about him.
He had a stroke on Valentine's day, was in the hospital for a few days before he was released. Then he moved in with us (my mom and me). Then my sister Hannah came back home when she heard he was sick.
My sister Henrietta came home last weekend to see him. It's a good thing she came back. Her spring break isn't until next week and, obviously, it would have been too late to see him.
I don't know how I feel about all of this.
I'm still numb. It's weird walking to my room or to the bathroom and not seeing him in the other bedroom.
Should I be sad that he's gone?
Or happy that he's no longer suffering?
Human emotions, you fail me.