(watertown ct usa)
the day before he passed....
My grandfather died about 6 months ago on october 26th 2011..that was the day my nightmare began. My grandfather was a well known man in our town. I took up cooking and going to school for him because he was a chef in the navy for 8 years. After he got sick in august...I pushed myself to get through school to graduate to be with him. I got out of school exactly a week before he died, and lived with him to help take care of him. He had cancer for 6 weeks. The last 24 hours he was in the hospital..I stayed by his side the whole time besides when I went home with my grandmother to make sure she got some sleep. At 1pm Wednesday ..he took his last breath with my hand holding one of his, my grandmothers hand holding his other and me and my grandmother holding hands. There are so many memories and I can go on and on about him. The one word I can sum up everything...and the only word is hero. I always question myself when I start crying thinking is it normal to cry 6 months later? Why hasn't this pain stopped or this hole feel somewhat closed? Is there something wrong with me?