Death isn’t what the average 20-something thinks about every day. You don’t think it will happen to you or the people around you. You know that it exists because you see heart-wrenching reports on the news daily of another life lost to ignorance or hate.
Yes, losing a grandparent definitely changes your life. For some of us, it’s a drastic change. To others: they knew it was coming. Still, some weren’t even close to their grandparents because they lived too far away from each other to build a relationship in person.
I can’t even fathom that considering both of my grandparents lived in a city away from me or across town. They are your second set of parents and the love you’ve had for your entire life. They are the lessons learned and the ones holding your hand through it all.
When my grandfather (affectionately known to me as Poppy) died on March 1, my life changed. I watched him take his last breath, his hand in mine, surrounded by family. In that moment: my emotionally sheltered life was torn apart. In that moment: I had to grow up. The person I had leaned on my entire life was gone.
I literally reconsidered everything I had done in my life in a matter of hours. I thought about college, finally graduating, and walking across that stage: cords swinging and my tassel hanging there. That was his biggest dream for me; we were only a semester away from it when he left this earth.
When a grandparent passes, they take a part of you: big or small. When you were younger you planned out life with them. You shared your dreams with them, your insecurities, your childish ways, and most of all you shared your love.
They, in turn, taught you lessons about life, helped you realize those dreams, and never let you go without being told you were loved every single time they saw you. They are the suppliers of happiness, security, and laughs. Friends come and go, but your family stays with you forever.
The bottom line is most everyone knows what it’s like to lose a grandparent. We all cope differently, and leaning on others is the best way to keep yourself up. Facing the reality of death is the only way we can accept it and move on. Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, it means understanding. We were lucky enough to have these amazing people to guide us through our younger years, teaching us these vital lessons.
I can’t tell you how many times a day I wish I had my Poppy back. Learning to cope without them is the hardest part. Grandparents prepare you for life’s greatest gains. Little did they know they would be their grandchildren’s biggest loss. Live for them, and give them a legacy to be proud of.