Coping with a loss
This past couple of weeks have been so surreal and unfortunatley not in a good way. A few days before the four day weekend I heard that my great grandmother had passed away. Being naive, probably because I never went through a real loss this close, I thought it would be simple enough to be that “shoulder to cry on” for my parents. Of course this was not the case and I gave a new meaning to the term “basket case” at both the wakes andfuneral. Thinking about the life she lead and what she suffered through both physically and psychologically was not an easy thing to just let go. It was almost like I had lost a part of my childhood and then it hit me, why was I being so selfish? I was so sorry to lose her but losing her ment she was in a better place, where I believe she is reunited with all her friends and family that left before her. Her back aches are now non existant and the dispicable fighting amonst her children on who would take care of her in her later years. She was at peace. And that made me happy.
2 years ago • Notes