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My grandfather has died. He was 98 years old. I honestly thought I have prepared for it, but I still cried. This sort of thing does not happen to me. I do not cry at death. Not since I embarrassed myself when I was ten at my great grandmother's funeral. Boy, did I make a scene there.

I didn't cry when my grandma died. She died at her home. Several family members showed up. She was lying there. I could only see her face since her body was covered with blankets and her head was covered ...

Been awhile since I shared something embarrassingly personal with the internet, so if you aren't into that sort of thing, feel free to keep on scrolling.

A few years ago, I went to go see a therapist (the kind you just talk to--no drugs) because I realized that I had a lot of pent up issues. I was in my mid/latish 20s at the time, and I was letting a lot of personal baggage weigh me down.

Long story short, I saw the therapist for a year and a half or so and I felt that ...

Whenever it gets humid out in the summer the Phil Collins song, "In the Air Tonight" automatically plays in my head.

Just been feeling a lot of that lately. And there is nothing I can do about feels or moments that have passed ages ago.