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It's the first time I've cried during a dream, I think...
I started dreaming about my grandfather's house, and how he wasn't there anymore.
Everything was reorganized.. and his bed was moved. It was a lonely feeling, and I kept imagining him spending the last years of life in that house. Then I started crying. My mom (in my dream) tried to make me laugh by telling a story. It was about how my grandfather always wanted to have the perfect ironed clothes. Hearing the story only made me cry even more, until I realized I was crying in real life as well.
Grief is weird. Sometimes it hits me at the weirdest times. A few days ago, I was riding the tram back to my apartment, when suddenly I was hit by this overwhelming feeling of sadness. My eyes started to water, and I tried my best to hold it back so nobody would see it. It comes and goes... and it only makes me realize how important my grandfather was to me. I always thought about him daily, and just living with the fact that he isn't around anymore is a big shock to my body and my mind... and my heart.
Yesterday, my friend and I were driving around the town and we noticed how the stores that used to be there a few years ago were gone. Circuit City, Game Quest, Thrifty, Lucky.... etc. So I started singing... "And the times, they are a'changing..."
Even when we don't want to say goodbye to the things in our lives... we're still forced to at some point. The grief of losing my grandfather will stay with me for a long time, and I'm amazed at how I'm still able to keep going. The human spirit is an amazing thing, isn't it?
I started dreaming about my grandfather's house, and how he wasn't there anymore.
Everything was reorganized.. and his bed was moved. It was a lonely feeling, and I kept imagining him spending the last years of life in that house. Then I started crying. My mom (in my dream) tried to make me laugh by telling a story. It was about how my grandfather always wanted to have the perfect ironed clothes. Hearing the story only made me cry even more, until I realized I was crying in real life as well.
Grief is weird. Sometimes it hits me at the weirdest times. A few days ago, I was riding the tram back to my apartment, when suddenly I was hit by this overwhelming feeling of sadness. My eyes started to water, and I tried my best to hold it back so nobody would see it. It comes and goes... and it only makes me realize how important my grandfather was to me. I always thought about him daily, and just living with the fact that he isn't around anymore is a big shock to my body and my mind... and my heart.
Yesterday, my friend and I were driving around the town and we noticed how the stores that used to be there a few years ago were gone. Circuit City, Game Quest, Thrifty, Lucky.... etc. So I started singing... "And the times, they are a'changing..."
Even when we don't want to say goodbye to the things in our lives... we're still forced to at some point. The grief of losing my grandfather will stay with me for a long time, and I'm amazed at how I'm still able to keep going. The human spirit is an amazing thing, isn't it?
