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Originally Posted by Exo
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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My mom wanted to get me out of going to my grandfather's funeral because she knew my hatred for my dad would be problematic. I was about 16 I guess. My dad was sobbing so hard and telling me the important thing was I was there for him when he was alive because after he went senile I was the only one who visited him. The truth was I didn't give a **** about his death and was relieved I didn't have to go the funeral. I didn't feel any sympathy at all for my father's loss. I really ****ing hated him.