Last night , as of 3' oh something AM, he died. He had been sick with canter for a few moths but had been relativity good until two weeks ago when he had a seizure. Sence then he had been doing pretty well but... He's finally gone.
I'm having trouble typing this so please excuse the typing errors. It's just that... Yeah, I feel like a piece of s**t right now. Why do I find it so hard to cry, even like this? It makes me feel worse, not being able to cry. This is, this is pretty damn depressing to be blunt.
I feel horrible. It's jsut that I've grown up being told that real men don't cry so I don't. I've gone through extremely short periods when I almost have but on the whole I feel hollow. It's like I'm just a shell. No depression, no nothing really. Just, ...hollow. It's an alien feeling considering that I tend to be sorrta upbeat. I just feel... I dunno, like a portion of my soul went with him. I gotta stop now, before I start feeling worse.
Requiescat in pace, Grandpa.
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