Death Is a Cruel Mistress
Our family has experienced a lot of loss in the past few months. In June, my grandfather, Grandpa Claude passed away. He was the patriarch of the family and one of the greatest people you could ever meet. He was funny and kind, and I never visited him or called enough. It was a hard loss. A couple weeks later, my dad passed away. It was a total shock. He'd never lived the healthiest lifestyle, or made the best decisions, but I never thought I'd lose him so early. I'm the morbid type, and I've always wondered how I'd react if I lost a parent. Would I cry? Would I wallow in self-pity? Well, now I know. I sat in total shock, on the phone, while my stepmom told me the news, and as soon as I hung up, I sobbed like a baby. Once I was finished, I called my sister to see how she was handling it, and then I texted my other sister. I probably should have called her too, but I wasn't in the mood to talk more than I had to. My job offers three days of paid bereavement, wh...