On January 10, 2015, I lost my grandfather. In two years and seven months I had lost all of my grandparents. I was so angry and had such a heavy heart. The grief that I took on was like a weight that was tied to my ankle and dragging me down to the bottom of the ocean.
Now I know I am not the first person in the world to lose someone, but when I lost my grandfather it was final. The end of a chapter in my life was ending and I had absolutely no control over it. Now I am the type of person who has control issues. I like to feel that I have a handle on something, but something as large as life and death, how could I ever feel I would be able to control that?
Even when my family placed the phone up to my grandfather’s ear as I said my final good bye, I still was telling him that this was not part of the plan and he needed to just stay longer so I could have my one last visit that was only in one week.
Honestly that last visit wasn’t going to make his leaving this Earth any easier, but in the heat of the moment I thought that was what I needed.
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