I’ve been at my grandfather’s house since Wednesday helping mom sort through the last belongings of my grandpa. It’s strange calling it my grandfather’s house because he’s no longer with us but I guess I have to deal with that until things change. His house number is still on my phone under grandpa and I call it nearly everyday to talk to mom who is living and looking after his house until it sells, but when do you start erasing a name from your phonebook? or do you?
My grandpa’s house looks like an empty shell. We donated his clothes to various charity organizations, alot of his household items and furniture were given to an organization that helps homeless people get housed, basically a starter pack to help rebuild their lives. I think he’d be glad that he’s helping others after his death.
I can’t believe it’s nearly been a month since his death, it still seems like yesterday and I really hope he’s okay. I’m not really a religious type but I hope he’s in heaven with my grandmother and they are together again, happy and not lonely anymore.
One thing for me in all of this is that I have new found respect for my mother (even if I don’t show it so much mom!) but having bitches as sisters and still managing to stay strong to do right by my grandpa is all I could ever want in a mother and more (dad ain’t so bad either hehe). She might need a tongue transplant after everything is completed from having to bite it so many times LOL!
She’s off to Paris on Thursday for 2 weeks and it’s the first time I’ll truly be alone in months which is kinda freaking me out, but I’ll be doggy sitting and my brother and his fiancÃ©e are a phonecall away.
I better get to sleep it’s 1am and just wanted to update my blog a bit, got sore fingers from typing this on my iPod touch hehe!
Love you all, my parents more than others :*