What A Day.
So last night I got a call from my mother telling me that my grandfather (dad's dad), who's been in the hospital for 2 years, has gotten pneumonia and is "on his way out." I didn't sleep much that night, or at least it didn't seem like it.
Today I woke up feeling like the night before. I called in to work because I didn't feel I could hold it together well enough that day. Then I called Jonathan and he came to my rescue. He took me for a mental health day. We went out to breakfast and then to the mall. We got some chocolate and shopped around a little. I talked to my father a bit and he told me to take advantage of my day off and not to worry too much about my grandfather. He said that everyone was kind of hoping that this would really be the end because he was in such misery. So I did my best to relax and have a bit of fun, considering I've been constantly moving since the quarter began. I was even able to get to the grocery store! It wasn't until later that afternoon that my mom called to tell me that my grandfather had passed that morning. I think because I had let myself de-stress some, I was stronger when I received that news than if I had been at work all day and thinking about everything I had to get done that I couldn't take care of that day.
In the end, I am so grateful to my boyfriend and my God for helping me through what could have been a pretty terrible day. It's not that I am not allowing myself to grieve, but more that I am keeping myself from being a mess of stress and anxiety and grief to the point of immobility.
Because of many reasons, there will not be a funeral or a ceremony for my grandfather. I do not know of his beliefs or what was in his heart at the time of his death. Please keep my family and me in your thoughts and prayers.
Thanks.
Today I woke up feeling like the night before. I called in to work because I didn't feel I could hold it together well enough that day. Then I called Jonathan and he came to my rescue. He took me for a mental health day. We went out to breakfast and then to the mall. We got some chocolate and shopped around a little. I talked to my father a bit and he told me to take advantage of my day off and not to worry too much about my grandfather. He said that everyone was kind of hoping that this would really be the end because he was in such misery. So I did my best to relax and have a bit of fun, considering I've been constantly moving since the quarter began. I was even able to get to the grocery store! It wasn't until later that afternoon that my mom called to tell me that my grandfather had passed that morning. I think because I had let myself de-stress some, I was stronger when I received that news than if I had been at work all day and thinking about everything I had to get done that I couldn't take care of that day.
In the end, I am so grateful to my boyfriend and my God for helping me through what could have been a pretty terrible day. It's not that I am not allowing myself to grieve, but more that I am keeping myself from being a mess of stress and anxiety and grief to the point of immobility.
Because of many reasons, there will not be a funeral or a ceremony for my grandfather. I do not know of his beliefs or what was in his heart at the time of his death. Please keep my family and me in your thoughts and prayers.
Thanks.