my grandfather was everything to me. his death stabbed a hole through my heart which was ripped further when his funeral was brushed off and his grave seemed to never exist.
death is merciful, but the remains of it's path are nothing but miserable.
though, there seems to be a penitence to death. there's always a wave of good that follows it's tragedy. a better job, a new friend, friendships strengthening, relationships developing, families unifying, etc.. a better life, no matter how guilty the thought is.
life moves on without one-it wouldn't matter if i kept up or not. but i did.
and as much as i hate to admit it, my grandpa's passing was balanced by the favorable existence of death's remorse.
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