Loss. No matter who you lose in life, it's never an easy thing. One would assume that losing those closest is the hardest, and while I don't disagree I might be able to challenge that assumption. Yesterday I lost my Grandfather; I think I called him Grandpa Joe when I was a child. I wasn't very close to him; in fact I've probably seen him a total of 30 minutes over the past 18 years. So one would assume his death wouldn't affect me all that much. In all actuality I find this whole situation to be very difficult. Perhaps it's because I don't know how to feel. But after 24 hours of thinking I regret not knowing him. The gift of Grandparents is an amazing thing and up until yesterday all 4 of them were living their lives.
As I sift through the "coulda woulda shoulda" crap I send my prayers to Grandpa Joe, Mom and Grandma. Conclusion thus far: loss is never easy.
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