Losing a Loved One

I remember being told about my Grandad's death, in the May of 1999. I remember feeling something that I had never felt before. Something that I couldn't express into words. It didn't really hit me until the funeral that he was actually gone, and I can't remember much about it, except for the fact that everyone around me was crying, including me.

I suppose it is similar, as it's dealing with the death of someone that I loved and admired. I can't remember specifically how I got over it, but I seem to remember a lot of talking going on in the house in the days and weeks following his death.

My family seemed to enjoy talking about his life, and the acheivements he had accomplished, as well as funny stories about him getting drunk and losing money because he forgot where he put it and all.....

The thing is, I found that talking about all the happy and funny times we had shared with my Grandad helped me to get over his death, without completely forgetting about him. At times, I shed a tear when talking about him, but I know he's watching somewhere, and that's a very comforting thought for me. That's how I got over his death, and the stories about him are still told to this day.

Jam it back in, in the dark.