Grief is sad. Grief is hard. Grief always happens. For me, grief is difficult to talk about. I usually never tell anyone when my loved ones pass away. During my four years of school, I dealt with loss almost every year of undergrad. It’s something that always happens, but even if we can never fully understand grief, I feel as if I have been finding some other ways to deal with it in a healthy way.
Later that day, we went over to my grandma’s house, where my tio was staying. I’m glad we decided to go since he ended up passing away later that night. When I woke up to the news, I felt really defeated and just started to cry. I felt overwhelmed with my own family issues and having to attend work and school that Friday. I ended up eating breakfast, then after having such a bad day at work I forgot to eat something until seven hours later.
I also wrote a lot the night before he passed away. I wrote some poems and journals, so I felt a little better. I went to Home Depot and bought some more flowers and plants so I could garden. I put on the album Lemonade and reminisced with my family about the good times with my tio.
