This has been an incredibly "grim" January.
Literally Grim.
Just after the new year began two people that I know and work with have had they're fathers pass on within days of each other. Both are having the struggles of dealing with they're passing. My co-worker is still in fact in his home; out of state with his family where they were taken by surprise at the sudden loss of a parent and husband.
And today at 2:10pm my own grandfather died. In his bed in a nursing home he slowly withered away until he passed on to the other side in his sleep. I didn't really have a very close relationship with my grandfather. He was not an easy man to get along with... let alone be around for long periods of time. He was a tired and bitter old man for reasons that I don't know.
In my early childhood I was scared of him. I was frightened of how he looked and his attitude towards me and my sister. I didn't know what to think or what to say to him. He was aggressive and kind of impatient which was also terrifying. But he doted on my sister and I during our birthday's and the holidays. As the years passed we saw less and less of him. He only came to some of the family functions dragging alone his girlfriend where we got to watch him mentally and emotionally abuse her.
Then finally the day came when we heard that he was diagnosed with liver cancer. And soon after he was put into the hospice center. These past few months were the worst. Not just for him but for my aunt who gave up a lot of her free time to be with him. He held on for a long time. So long in fact that his body was rotting from the inside out. Not to sound insensitive or anything but I am glad that he finally let go. He was barely alive as it was. His skin was falling off. Truly a nasty sight... I was not one of the ones to see my grandfather in those last painful moments.
Death comes to us all. And life is full of meetings and partings.
I hope that he will be happier where ever he is.
Goodnight grandfather. Rest well.
