I come home today, walking down my street, it's starting to rain again. I can see Dad trimming our hedge, I walk down and I can tell something's not right, right as he can be, most days he's not exactly a beam of sun shine. I say hi, he seems awkward. I walk in the house, there's this invisible cloud, you know when things are out of place. And Mum tells me, "Aunty Kay died yesterday..." Stopped in my tracks. She's telling me it was a heart attack, that she'll be buried by tomorrow as they don't mess about over there. Over there is Houston, Texas, United States of America. Space station, hot.
Grandma is used to death, but still it is her sister, I said, almost ashamed. The words came out emotionless. I didn't mean it to sound the way it did. It's a harsh reality. She had to go to a funeral today and has another tomorrow, told Mum she was thinking who the third one will be, never thinking it would be one of her own. I'm so sad for her. And I'm guilty in having not visited my Grandparents in about 3 months. I'm guilty in thinking it could be them. I'm guilty in feeling sorry.
Grandma is used to death, but still it is her sister, I said, almost ashamed. The words came out emotionless. I didn't mean it to sound the way it did. It's a harsh reality. She had to go to a funeral today and has another tomorrow, told Mum she was thinking who the third one will be, never thinking it would be one of her own. I'm so sad for her. And I'm guilty in having not visited my Grandparents in about 3 months. I'm guilty in thinking it could be them. I'm guilty in feeling sorry.
I'm sick of people dying. Even people who aren't relatives, people who weren't even my friends. But they were people. With a heart, a face, with a family. Now they're just memories.
RIP.
RIP.
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