Well, to get straight to the point, my grandfather passed away Sunday morning. I was at the funeral home all day and got home around 11:30 PM. I’m not sure how it is for other people, but I guess it’s tradition here to hold the funeral for 3 days, in other words, I have to go there tomorrow and the day after. The other grandchildren and I are just there to greet all the guests.
To explain why I might sound rather blunt in my writing here is because it wasn’t exactly unexpected. Ever since my grandpa had his health scare back in December 2022, he hasn’t exactly been in tip-top shape anymore. A lot of my other relatives seemed to feel the same, so they weren’t exactly devastated and bawling like mad. Most of us knew it was within the realm of expectation. In a way, I guess it’s the same with my dad. If anything, what caught me off guard was the fact that I’ve been mostly preparing for what will most likely happen to my dad, but my grandpa went ahead first. In a way, it almost feels like he wanted to go sooner because no parent should have to witness their child depart first.
I unno if it’s exhaustion, but I feel sociopathic because of how not sad I am right now… All I feel is gloom and an annoying headache.
In any case, I’m writing this immediately after coming home from the first day. I still have another 2 days of standing around and greeting guests to go, so I’ll end this here. I only made this post to explain that the of DD will be delayed during this period since I literally do not have the time to translate. It’s not exactly fun standing around for 12 hours.