Yesterday I was driving home from work and I realized I had slipped into this zombie mode; meaning that I pretty much just zoned out the entire six minute trip from work to the house only semi-alert to my surroundings but overall just kind of operating on auto-pilot. And then I realized I’d pretty much been operating like that for the past three weeks or so.
My grandpa died around 3am on Monday, June 6 2011.
And I have been desperately trying to cope with this. I am still unsure of how to function in a world and a life without him because for 30 years of ups and downs and divorces with my parents and moving to various places around the country, Grandpa and Grandma were one of the only constants I had in my life. And now it’s just Grandma.
And my heart hurts because I miss him terribly. And my heart hurts for my Grandma because I cannot fathom how I could cope living without someone after living with them for fifty-two years.
I am better now than I was that morning. I am better now than I was this past weekend. But I will never be the same.