The Worst Week of My Life, Dealing With Death

Hey, there readers.

I won't normally be posting things on Tuesdays, but today is an exception. See, my grandfather died today. I suppose this blog is sort of a vent...

Anyway, his death comes after possibly the most frustrating week of my life.

They say bad things come in threes, and judging from this week I'm abliged to agree.

So, fisrt off - Sunday. Or Saturday? No, I think it was Sunday... Anyway, my washing machine broke. It had been playing up for a few months and suddenly died. I'm not comparing my grandfather's death to a washing machine breaking, no.

Yesterday, I found out my Granfathers organs were shutting down after a long battle with Parkinsons Disease. He'd had the disease for a long time, and it's hard to remember him without it. To top off that sad day, my car won't start. It did the same thing about two months ago, it just made a churning sort of noise. So, I called the mechanic over, who told me I need a new battery. Great, yeah?

And finally, waking up this morning I hear the terrible news that my grandfather has infact, died in the early hours of this morning. Some time around 1-2pm.

I wasn't overly shocked. I knew his organs were shutting down and I knew it would be soon. In a way, I sort of knew he'd pass away during the night.

No, I haven't even cried. It's sad, but I'm not crying. I deal with death in a funny way. I seem to distract myself with my passion. Comedy and TV. The first thing I did when i heard he'd died was go and watch 30 Rock, which I'd taped the night before. They say laughter is the best medicine... For me, it really is. Comedy and TV are like my escape. When something isn't going well for me, I watch Friends. When I feel lonely I watch Ellen. When I feel great I watch anything.

Music is my other escape. No matter how I'm feeling, music can change my mood. Lady GaGa's Bad Romance has been stuck in my head since Christmas Day, Ke$ha's Tik Tok is battling it fiercely. These songs make me feel much better.

Tomorrow I board a plane to go to his funeral. It's going to be weird, I've never been to a funeral before. I have no idea what to do...

It's a sad time. My Grand Father died, but Im just happy he's no longer suffering. I will miss you, Poppy. Rest in peace.

Until Next time, readers.