This is me, grieving

Well at 8.10 am Thursday June 23rd, Athol Carrington, my grandfather, passed away.

We knew it was coming, we just didn't know when. And now its happened, i don't know what i'm feeling. I cared for him, i know that. I'm glad he's gone though, if only for the fact that now he is no longer suffering. He was brilliant man, and even at the end, while he lost it a bit, was still articulate and with it. Which i think almost makes it harder to believe he's gone.

The third death in a year within my friendship group, i'm finding it hard to tell people whats going on. I just want them to know, to be aware, and to let me work through it my way. I know the first day isn't going to be the worst, but i wish i could grieve for him and let evrything else not worry me.

But with dad and the way things are i don't know whats going to happen now...