ghostdance

My Grandfather died last night. He had stage four lung cancer that also caused tumors in his brain. I just got back from work detail, called my pops and he told me. I'm really not looking forward to calling my mom, her grief isn't shit I need right now, if that sounds harsh well you don't know how fucking nuts my mom is.

This type of loss may seem like a big deal to a lot of people, but one of my best friends was shot and killed in his apartment three years ago, and since that happened I couldn't really care less about non violent deaths of people who have lived full lives. It's what happens, people die. I was getting pissed at my mom yesterday because since her dad got diagnosed with cancer she's been talking about him in the past tense, I said he's still alive until he's dead and to at least try to respect that. Then he dies that night. Go figure. Life's like that.