It's been a really long time. I know but today I feel like writing.
I don't even know how to feel right now. It hasn't clicked in my head yet. My grandmother. My T.... has actually passed away. Is she really gone? Or will I wake up from this dream as soon as someone pinches me? The first thought that pops into my head is: Now I have no grandparents left. She was my last one. It's a weird sad feeling. And I don't like it one bit. Monday morning.... sometime around 3AM, my grandmother, Teresa Mitchell passed away. She is gone, forever. With only memories of her existence left behind. Now I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. The facts become clear. That generation is gone and the next one is left. Death has wiped out the oldest generation of my family tree. I can't help but think the depressing thought that my parents are next in line. My parents are older then most of my friends parents to begin with. And death comes to everyone one day, it's inevitable. So I've always had the thought in the back of my head that some day they will die. Now that idea has been forced from my subconscious to the front of my mind. By the order of things, now that my grandmother is gone, logically my parents are next in line. That fact alone terrifies me.
I don't even know how to feel right now. It hasn't clicked in my head yet. My grandmother. My T.... has actually passed away. Is she really gone? Or will I wake up from this dream as soon as someone pinches me? The first thought that pops into my head is: Now I have no grandparents left. She was my last one. It's a weird sad feeling. And I don't like it one bit. Monday morning.... sometime around 3AM, my grandmother, Teresa Mitchell passed away. She is gone, forever. With only memories of her existence left behind. Now I have this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. The facts become clear. That generation is gone and the next one is left. Death has wiped out the oldest generation of my family tree. I can't help but think the depressing thought that my parents are next in line. My parents are older then most of my friends parents to begin with. And death comes to everyone one day, it's inevitable. So I've always had the thought in the back of my head that some day they will die. Now that idea has been forced from my subconscious to the front of my mind. By the order of things, now that my grandmother is gone, logically my parents are next in line. That fact alone terrifies me.
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