About a week after my grandpa died, I was sitting in my dad’s office as he went through old pictures. He went quiet and asked me “Have you cried yet?” I immediately felt guilty. I told him no, I hadn’t, and he let out a breath. “Me neither.” He said. “He was my dad but he caused me so much pain.” As this picture was on the screen he said “One year we were driving back from a Christmas party from their house and I just cried. I cried and cried and your mom asked me what was wrong and I told her ‘I feel like my parents have died, like the parents I worked so hard and wished are gone.’ I don’t know if you remember, you were very little.” I don’t remember this car ride. “Sometimes,” He said “You mourn the loss of someone long before their body is dead.”
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