My grandfather died three years ago and I still don't feel the impact of his death. My brain still kind of thinks that I'll see him again. It's dodging reality but that's what I do. I'm sure once my parents, brother, or close friends pass it'll be different but I loved my grandfather and I only remember crying once, at the funeral, but mostly because we all walked up and said goodbye in groups and my father thanked him for being such a wonderful person to me and my brother. Something about the way he said that killed me. I haven't really thought about it deeply since then.
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