my grandma passed away this morning. she was walking along the road at night and a car hit her. she really loved my brother and me. i remember seeing her in august. she cried when i had to leave and I promised i’d visit her again with my brother some time in january. both my grandparents are dead and i wonder what’s going to happen to their house. it was a small, log cabin sort of house in the middle of nowhere. i have many fond memories there as a child so it hurts to think about the house getting repossessed or destroyed or whatever.
when my grandpa passed away, my dad flew to korea for his funeral. now he’s flying to korea again for another funeral. it’s kinda fucked up how the only instances he’s seen his parents are at their funeral because he was busy working but no one can blame anyone. i’m sure my dad, out of all people, is huritng the most.
i’m gonna miss her. i have a lot of photos to look back on at least. it’s just bizarre how one moment they’re there, and you make plans to see them, and everything is okay, and the next i’m getting a text message telling me she’s gone.
it makes me think about what i’m going to do when my own parents eventually pass away, and friends, and other family. it’s too sad to think about. it makes me think in the long run nothing and everything matters.
i’m really glad i got to see her in august. if i hadn’t, i’d have a lot more regrets. i feel bad for my brother because he didn’t get to see her like i did. we were going to go together in january though.