A busy and fucked up week if I may say so myself. My grandfather died at 7:11pm Thursday August 13th and now my family is fussing and crying and fighting and all a hot mess. I never imagined the numbness I would feel. The hurt and the empty. I miss him already. RIP 1927-2015. The only thing I have left to look forward to is my trip to the beach next weekend. Santa Monica or bust. I need to get away from it all if just for a bit.
Selling my car to Carmax Thursday. Wonder what will happen. I hope it will be worth the trip. My aunt and mother went to pick up my grandfathers ashes today for his memorial services next week. I hate that the last I saw of him was frail and stiffening in the hospital just 15 min after his last breath. I am still smarting from the hurt. My supervisor shed love and light on my sadness and made me believe in humanity again. Life is a lot of things...short, crazy, frustrating, but it sure in the hell ain't easy. All that I have been through and I am only 34, dam, what a bazaar road ahead.
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