Tonight at visitation for my grandad, my cousin’s 7 year old son came in, walked right up to the casket, looked for about 30 seconds, then said “this is not actually that sad.” Then he dropped to the ground, did a one-armed push up, then did the worm.
My granddad would have loved it.
Tonight at visitation for my grandad, my cousin’s 7 year old son came in, walked right up to the casket, looked for about 30 seconds, then said “this is not actually that sad.” Then he dropped to the ground, did a one-armed push up, then did the worm.
My granddad would have loved it.
Anticipatory grief is horse shit. My granddad hasn’t eaten in a week. He’s stopped taking fluids. Hospice said he has a couple of days, maybe. I want him to not be suffering but also fuck off—that’s my granddad.
Anticipatory grief is horse shit. My granddad hasn’t eaten in a week. He’s stopped taking fluids. Hospice said he has a couple of days, maybe. I want him to not be suffering but also fuck off—that’s my granddad.
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