I didn't forget

Mar 18, 2009 18:47

I knew it was that time of year, but the exact date had escaped me.

It's been exactly one year since my Uncle Dave died. Sometimes it doesn't even phase me that he's gone. It's a rarity that the entire family's home for the holidays, and sometimes I forget that not only is he not there, he's not coming back.

It's been hard watching my mom trying again and again to cope, but it's only been worse with my grandparents. My grandpa has always kept to himself more or less, but my grandma has declined dramatically in this past year and I worry about her. She's become increasingly forgetful and detached, and some days I just don't know what to say to her.

I'm not sure how to wrap this up appropriately. I can only hope that the second year will be easier on everyone and I hope my cousins Kyle and Chelsea are doing all right.

family, death

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