My grandfather died Wed. and it hasn’t fully sunken in yet. It feels like I just got punched in the stomach. My whole summer has been spent at hospitals and nursing homes with my grandfather. We got the call and drove to Irving at 8:45 Wed night. The first day wasn’t that bad, because it didn’t seem real. The second day, my mom broke down. And everyone was just really angry. Yesterday, was bad. It was rainy and horrible. My sister broke down. Today was a little better. I still haven’t broken down and I know the longer it takes the worse it will be. The viewing/rosary will be Tuesday and the mass is Wednesday morning. Why can’t everything go back to freaking normal? I mean he was the only grandfather I ever had? The worst thing I think, is catching yourself the first time you use the present tense after their gone. Then the room goes silent and no one knows what to say. I don’t know if I can handle anymore.
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