I don't know what to put here.
My grandfather died yesterday. He's been battling cancer for the last two years, but his final decline was very sudden. Of course I wish I could have had more time with him, but it was relatively peaceful and painless in the end, and pretty much all of our immediate family got to spend time with him this weekend.
He was one of the most important people in my life, and the closest thing to a father I ever had. He was my constant. It feels like my greatest lifeline has suddenly been cut away.
I know I'll be okay. I have lots of support. I was supposed to start the internship this week, but I'm hoping they'll let me start next week instead. I'm glad he was alive to see me get it, and calm me down cause I'm scared as shit of starting something like this. He just wants me to figure out what's going to make me fulfilled and happy.
Goodbye, Pa. Thank you for everything.
