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the long way home

Submitted by Kracka at 2005-10-08 16:07:02 EDT
Rating: 2.0 on 2 ratings (2 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

Death. I’ve never been a fan of it. As a matter of fact it creeps me out. I have had to only endure 3 close people to me dying so far and I don’t know how people deal. I don’t really think people do deal as much as try to carry on.

My senior year of high school was when I found out my grandfather died. We flew home quickly because we had heard that he was in the hospital. When my uncle came and picked us up from the airport he told my dad that his father had died. I never really saw my father cry over it. I guess he knew it was coming but really I think it hurt him a bunch. I was doing ok until the funeral. I don’t do well with looking at dead people. And when I saw my grandfather in the casket I knew it was over. I would never get to go down to the store and get a Pepsi and some nabs with him. It hurt.

The next person I lost close to me was my cousin. She was only a teenager and died of heart problems that no one could have known about. She was fit and you wouldn’t expect her to die. This one hit me real hard because she was my lil’ sis, she gave me my nickname that everyone calls me back home. I was in the desert and never got to go to her funeral. I still haven’t visited her grave site. It is too much to bear.

My other grandfather died when I was in Korea. That was one that was pure shock. It is crazy how he died. He was at his sister’s funeral and he was doing ok from what my mom told me. He was sitting in the car and even cracking jokes as our family is known for when times are bad, trying to lighten the situation. Then all of a sudden he had a stroke. Just out of nowhere. My mom called me and told me he was in the hospital. Doctors said he was doing fine and I shouldn’t worry. So knowing my grandfather I was cool. I thought the best of everything until the next day when my boss called me in my office to give me the Red Cross message that my grandfather had died. I went to his funeral and I couldn’t walk past the casket. Things I don’t like doing and have never done. I don’t do well with dead.

All of them are buried near home and that is the quickest way to go but I can’t. I still take the long way home.


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Submitted by JonnyX at 2005-10-10 17:21:46 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

amazing, you make a heartfelt post, and yet no one reads it - I guess you should stick to posting photos of white bimbos with reflective belts to get the hits, my friend...

Submitted by Axolotl at 2005-10-09 20:16:38 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

This was awesome.


Marge: Homer, couldn't we pawn my engagement ring instead?

Homer: Now, I appreciate that, honey, but we need one hundred and fifty
dollars here.

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