I guess you could say that this was not the best week of my life...
I love my pop pop, and I'm going to miss him. I keep on expecting to see him come walking in from taking the dog out, coming down the stairs, or to hear him yelling for my grandma's conformation on something or another because, of course, we didn't believe him until he interrupted what my grandma was doing to prove it to us whatever he said had been true, with her exasperated, "Yes, Marty!"
I haven't really come to terms with it yet, so it almost seems unreal in a way. The hardest part is seeing all of my close family, i.e. my mom, grandma, aunt, uncle, etc., cry and get upset. I'm not going to get over this for a long time, if ever. He was such an integral part of my life, and I never fully realized it until he was gone. I know he was in his 70s and he had health issues, but his death was a surprise for me. I guess you never expect to actually lose someone who had gotten over so many other health problems, and had always been there.
I mean, I knew he wouldn't be here forever, I just didn't know when it would finally end. He was even getting better, and my grandma was recovering from her surgery, which made him even more happy. His death was an accident, which just gets me more upset thinking about it. He went down after a good run, I guess, but it doesn't help me get over it any faster. I've never really lost anyone this close to me. My family's seen death and our fair share of "hurt," but this is the first time I've had to deal with this sort of thing.
The good thing, if there is one, is that I have all these amazing memories of him that I hope won't go away. He was such a quirky and great, though crazy, guy. I also got to meet a bunch of other family and friends I didn't know existed or hadn't seen in the past ten or so years. So that wasn't bad, though I'd still rather have my pop pop here instead. I've had enough of venting on live journal, good-night.
I love you pop pop, good-bye.
I haven't really come to terms with it yet, so it almost seems unreal in a way. The hardest part is seeing all of my close family, i.e. my mom, grandma, aunt, uncle, etc., cry and get upset. I'm not going to get over this for a long time, if ever. He was such an integral part of my life, and I never fully realized it until he was gone. I know he was in his 70s and he had health issues, but his death was a surprise for me. I guess you never expect to actually lose someone who had gotten over so many other health problems, and had always been there.
I mean, I knew he wouldn't be here forever, I just didn't know when it would finally end. He was even getting better, and my grandma was recovering from her surgery, which made him even more happy. His death was an accident, which just gets me more upset thinking about it. He went down after a good run, I guess, but it doesn't help me get over it any faster. I've never really lost anyone this close to me. My family's seen death and our fair share of "hurt," but this is the first time I've had to deal with this sort of thing.
The good thing, if there is one, is that I have all these amazing memories of him that I hope won't go away. He was such a quirky and great, though crazy, guy. I also got to meet a bunch of other family and friends I didn't know existed or hadn't seen in the past ten or so years. So that wasn't bad, though I'd still rather have my pop pop here instead. I've had enough of venting on live journal, good-night.
I love you pop pop, good-bye.