I don't now how or why this started on this particular day. But I feel a deep and profound loss of my grandfather.
There's a saying, "you can choose your friends, but you can't choose family". I would have chosen him for both. Without thinking about it. I would have done to great lengths to make him either one.
Why did he die? Why at 74? Why so suddenly? Why does it still hurt so much?
Someone help me.
There's a saying, "you can choose your friends, but you can't choose family". I would have chosen him for both. Without thinking about it. I would have done to great lengths to make him either one.
Why did he die? Why at 74? Why so suddenly? Why does it still hurt so much?
Someone help me.
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It was only last year that I began to feel more intensely about my grandfather, having lost him the year before. It was more remembering all the good, and bad, he had done, rather than a sort of confusion or pain.
Each day is easier than the last.
That isn't much help, but there isn't anything you can do.
It was only last year that I began to feel more intensely about my grandfather, having lost him the year before. It was more remembering all the good, and bad, he had done, rather than a sort of confusion or pain.
Each day is easier than the last.
That isn't much help, but there isn't anything you can do.
steadily you'll become more accustomed to the feeling of loss until even that becomes something of a fond feeling...think about what it means that he still has this affect on you and your life! it's pretty amazing. you can learn from those things and keep growing
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