welp
So my Grandpa died yesterday. I was supposed to visit him when I got out of class today, and I called mom yesterday to see if we were still on for that, and she told me he passed away that morning. Not a big surprise. His health had been declining for about three years and he was getting very weak and tired and all his short-term memory (and by short-term I mean like these past three years) was gone. And when Grandma went in February, I figured it was just a matter of time for him.
I'm not that sad. I loved my Grandpa, of course, but I know that he's with Grandma now sitting on recliners made of clouds. We can have a ceremony for the both of them now. The closure of it is nice. When his health started failing I started getting used to the idea that my grandparents would be gone fairly soon, and now they are, and I'm okay with it. I'll miss them, of course, and all the weekends I've spent at their farm. But that's what happens. These things don't last forever, grandparents die all the time, like they're supposed to, circle of life. Not a big deal. I almost feel like I'm being too casual about this, but I just don't like dwelling on negative feelings. I'm comforted that my grandparents are together again, and that my family is a strong team that planned everything ahead of time and has a good sense of humor and we can all get through this with smiles on our faces.
The whole family had already planned on going down to their farm over Mother's Day weekend and sorting through the rest of their possessions. Most housewares have already been split among the relatives, and Grandpa's farm equipment sold off to family and friends, we just need to pick out the last few things that we want to keep, and organize the rest for a sale. We would clean and work and process all day and then have bonfires and watch movies at night, dad says. And there's hardly any furniture left, so it'll be me and my brothers and cousin camping on the floor with air mattresses. Sounds like a lot of fun, really.
I'm not that sad. I loved my Grandpa, of course, but I know that he's with Grandma now sitting on recliners made of clouds. We can have a ceremony for the both of them now. The closure of it is nice. When his health started failing I started getting used to the idea that my grandparents would be gone fairly soon, and now they are, and I'm okay with it. I'll miss them, of course, and all the weekends I've spent at their farm. But that's what happens. These things don't last forever, grandparents die all the time, like they're supposed to, circle of life. Not a big deal. I almost feel like I'm being too casual about this, but I just don't like dwelling on negative feelings. I'm comforted that my grandparents are together again, and that my family is a strong team that planned everything ahead of time and has a good sense of humor and we can all get through this with smiles on our faces.
The whole family had already planned on going down to their farm over Mother's Day weekend and sorting through the rest of their possessions. Most housewares have already been split among the relatives, and Grandpa's farm equipment sold off to family and friends, we just need to pick out the last few things that we want to keep, and organize the rest for a sale. We would clean and work and process all day and then have bonfires and watch movies at night, dad says. And there's hardly any furniture left, so it'll be me and my brothers and cousin camping on the floor with air mattresses. Sounds like a lot of fun, really.