Today started out great. Glee was coming on tonight, I just had a great weekend of travel and I had a blogger meet up with Lindsey and Shannon for some Krishna lunch- curried veggies and coconut rice with a sweet dessert.
Clearly, I get dressed up for school in a tee and running shorts. What can I say, comfort is key!
Krishna on mah knees:
Then, the tables turned.
My grandfather just passed away.
This makes him the fourth person I know to have passed this year. Along with Concordia sinking and something personal that happened early January, it is becoming too much. Aren't bad things supposed to happen in threes?
How come it is five-sies for me?
What sucks even more is that I can't go home sessions til Friday. I have five exams on Tuesday and review sessions that I absolutely need to go to til then.
I know and love the American Beauty quote, "It's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world...," but right now, it seems really easy for me to be mad and feel selfish and ask why is this happening?
On a much more positive note, my Grandpa passing away could be a good thing, I guess, in the simplest of terms. He hasn't been able to talk after a stroke since I was in fourth grade (I'm a second semester senior right now) and I can't even begin to imagine how hard that is. Maybe it's just time.
It seems not sad in a way, I don't really feel sad I kind of feel relieved that he doesn't have to not feel left out or not talk and not have energy to do things.
And I'm really hoping he's going to be the last one to pass! (Someone out there, hear me and please, please make that happen!)
In THE most ridiculous news, my Grandpa just came back. From the dead!!! It is so unfair THAT HE HAS TO GO THROUGH THIS PAIN.
The nurses announced him DNR, but then he came back- full color and energy.
Does it make me a bad person to feel more relieved that he had passed? I just want his pain to go away but I am glad I'll (hopefully) get to see him Friday.