I’ve never really mourned anyone the way I still mourn my grampa. It’s been two months now, and it still weirds me out to think that he’s dead. I keep picturing him, especially near the end, and it’s not jiving with my world view.

It freaks me out a little because it makes me want to cry at random times. The room I’m living in now is actually the room he lived his last week or so in, and the one he died in. Near the end, they’d hooked up this swing thing so that he could grab it and move himself when he was too weak to do it any other way. It was taken down after he passed, but the hooks for it are still in the ceiling. For some reason, I just pictured him moving himself around on it. In the middle of reading something.

God, I miss him.

Posted on: Jan 30, 2012 at 11:58 PM

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Call me ~~Ishmael~~ Heather.

I am a 22 year old college graduate who is resisting grad school with every fiber of my being. I like geeking out and also geeky things, and my hobbies include lying, being a lie-teller, and lies

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