On a positive note, I'm three sessions shy of starting T. Three more weeks. Actually, I think my therapist is going to make me wait 4 more weeks and start around October 12th like planned. But a guy can dream right?
Lord knows I need that dream right now.
On a more negative note, its not even the second week of classes and I'm already reeling from the shock of two deaths of people close to me.
A guy that I marched with in high school committed suicide a little over a week ago, which was a huge shock to everyone. The guy was always so positive, and happy and no one could have seen it coming.
And then Friday night I got a call from my Mum telling me that my Grandad had passed away. Its weird, because we all expected him to outlive us all. He was such a youthful healthy guy. We're not even sure what killed him. A heart attack, stroke or maybe and aneurism?
I'm taking the death of my grandad really hard. I'm the oldest grandkid and its hard to know that both he and my grandmum (who passed 10 years ago) are both gone. Both my mum's parents. Its awful, and the loss is really stressing me out.
I'm going to need strength now more than ever. I'm trying to hold fast to what I have.
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