10.1.13
Grief's a funny thing. Not "ha ha" funny, but just... actually, scratch that. Grief's not a funny thing. And I hate that expression. There's nothing funny about it; it just sucks. Here's the thing: today is 12 years since my dad died, and yet at the time I'm currently typing this, I've been awake roughly 45 minutes and I've cried three times already today... because I miss my grandma. And then I feel guilty because I feel like I shouldn't miss my grandma extra today - I should miss my dad extra today. I posted once, five years ago according to my facebook page, that I remember today in flashes. I remember hanging out with my friends until way too late at night before remembering that I had an early class the next morning and needed to get up early. I remember someone knocking on the door of our dorm room at 2:30 in the morning, my roommate answering and sleepily telling me "it's for you", me looking and then pulling the co...