Sad Post

Just to forewarn you guys, my post this week will not be particularly uplifting.

    About a year ago, I got a call from my grandpa for the first time in five years. I was pretty excited because I knew that he had sobered up for the time being. As we all know, random phone calls are not good. We also know that hindsight is 20-20. I didn't think much of the call at first until I'd gotten the news. He told my mother and I that he had stage IV colon cancer and that he'd be getting an operation done to remove it. I was not happy about this, but I got to see him the next weekend. When I saw him, he looked like a skeleton. I could even see the indentations in his temples. We took pictures and talked to the rest of his family for the rest of the day. He went in for the operation, and everything went as well as it could have.
     He disappeared again from my life, and that was fine as I don't like to be burdened with the helplessness of watching someone deteriorate. I got another call. He said that the cancer had spread all over his body and into his liver. I was pretty upset, but I had seen it coming. By now, I know that when he leaves, nothing good ever happens. I would like to say that I'm deeply afflicted, but it doesn't affect me the way that it should. I should be crying and listening to Adele right about now, but it doesn't seem appropriate. I won't lie and say that I'm not saddened, but I feel removed from the situation. He was never particularly close to me, and I was too young to really have a close relationship with him when he was around me. I'm okay though. It won't be easy, but it will be the same as it always is once he's gone. The only difference is that I won't have a phone call to dread.

I didn't mean to make anyone sad, but I needed to get that out somehow. I promise to make the next free-post more "butterflies n' sunshine". Maybe I'll write about Ms. Penny.