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Today, 18 years and 40+ days after my grandmother passed away, my grandfather followed her.
After hearing news of her death, i remember going into the room they shared to grieve, along with my cousins. So far away from that place now, we can't go there to smell the place where he lived, to lay down on the bed he slept in, to look around the room and see the traces of his daily life.
Like her, he died in the hospital in the afternoon.
Part of me feels distant. My head knows what has happened, and i have cried, and prayed for him, and shared memories about him, the stuff me and my cousin experienced with him a long time before my own siblings were born, life with him that they never got to be a part of.
The last time i saw him was a month ago through the webcam as my cousin was taking his blood pressure while he sat and watched my nephew, his great-grandchild, toddle around.
After hearing news of her death, i remember going into the room they shared to grieve, along with my cousins. So far away from that place now, we can't go there to smell the place where he lived, to lay down on the bed he slept in, to look around the room and see the traces of his daily life.
Like her, he died in the hospital in the afternoon.
Part of me feels distant. My head knows what has happened, and i have cried, and prayed for him, and shared memories about him, the stuff me and my cousin experienced with him a long time before my own siblings were born, life with him that they never got to be a part of.
The last time i saw him was a month ago through the webcam as my cousin was taking his blood pressure while he sat and watched my nephew, his great-grandchild, toddle around.