The day after grandpa’s death. Surprisingly, I haven’t cried yet, although I don’t know if I will. I think crying is more of a shock reaction than anything else, and unlike my maternal grandfather’s death, which came all of a sudden, I had several months to prepare for my paternal grandfather’s death. There’s really more a sense of relief than anything, knowing that his pain is finally over. Now those of us still here have to recover and find ways to move on. And I…

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Well, it’s been several hours since the death of my grandfather now. My father had gone up to the hospital earlier in the day, but apparently did not get there in time. He’s on the way home now, along with Mom, who was up visiting with her mother these past couple of days. I don’t remember too much about the aftermath of my maternal grandfather’s death. Only that I was listening to Bj√∂rk’s “Bachelorette,” and then sis knocked on my door to tell me that…

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