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as the title says, its the day after my grandfather (dad's side) was cremated.
its such a weird feeling. we were never close, i never got to knew him. when i was younger, i was always wary of him, because i was afraid that he came over to my house to try and steal my grandmother away from me.
but things always seem to crumble in the sight of death.
agression, wrath, built up through the years. the story that spun out of control and left many hurt. that was how it was on my side.
then during the funeral, we ran things with the 'other family'. see. that's like his mistress' family.
and the people there knew my grandfather. they knew the same man i never really spoke to. the same man who clearly told my mom 22 years ago that he had nothing to do with her, her husband and her kids.
i guess its sad. for all of us. and i think death always makes us think too much.
funny thing was, i actually shed tears for him at the crematorium. i'm not sure why though. i never would. guess i'm growing soft.
its such a weird feeling. we were never close, i never got to knew him. when i was younger, i was always wary of him, because i was afraid that he came over to my house to try and steal my grandmother away from me.
but things always seem to crumble in the sight of death.
agression, wrath, built up through the years. the story that spun out of control and left many hurt. that was how it was on my side.
then during the funeral, we ran things with the 'other family'. see. that's like his mistress' family.
and the people there knew my grandfather. they knew the same man i never really spoke to. the same man who clearly told my mom 22 years ago that he had nothing to do with her, her husband and her kids.
i guess its sad. for all of us. and i think death always makes us think too much.
funny thing was, i actually shed tears for him at the crematorium. i'm not sure why though. i never would. guess i'm growing soft.