So the last two months have been awful. Just awful

Grandpa passed on 1.9.2019 at 6 in the morning.

We missed him by a few minutes.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget seeing my dad and the rest of my family cry like that.

Going to his funeral and burial was just so bizarre for me too. It felt so fake, like it wasn’t actually happening.

I mean, he’d been actively dying for a few days before he passed and was sick for a while before then. But still. You never really are ready for something like, you know? It’s just so unnatural.

We are all just in a bit of a funk. I don’t know what to say.

On another note, I was reacquainted with a former flame. He keeps me going and for that I’m thankful.

Let see where this goes.

xx