When I finally returned to my room last night, I was told by my roommate that my mother had called a good number of times trying to talk with me. She had finally decided to call me some time today. She did finally get in touch with me...at 7:30 this morning.
My mother calling me at 7:30 AM was enough for me to know that something had to be wrong. Both of us are well-known in our family for not enjoying mornings at all. I knew something tragic must have happened. I was right.
It turns out that my grandmother on my father's side passed away yesterday evening. They don't know why as of now, but they believe it might have been her heart. My grandmother had been a diabetic for as long as I knew her. After she had not answered both people knocking at the door and people calling her house, my uncle kicked the door open and found her slumped over on her couch. I would be willing to bet that the Sci-Fi channel was on her television (she loved science fiction).
And now my family must experience yet another visitation and funeral. Five years ago my dad had to help bury his father. It has only been just over a year since he had to help bury his daughter. Now, he has to help bury his mother.
I am going to be heading home right after my last class this afternoon. I want to be there for my family, but I am so tired of death. I'm tired of dealing with grief. I'm tired of mourning.
Posted by Randy at April 30, 2004 09:35 AM | TrackBack