A Eulogy for my Oldie Goldie
Grieve. How do you grieve? What do you do? Do you say thank you to people expressing condolences? Do you cry? Do you try to stay strong? Each one of us has a different way to grieve. Some are too expressive, like my mom. Some secretly cry in the bathroom, like my dad. And some teleport themselves to a dream island to avoid messing with their head, like me. I thought I didn't know how to grieve. But today was different. I never before thought that one day I would have to walk through that white gated door of my grandparent's place and not shout, "Yo, what's up" waking even dead ants and mosquitoes inside. The house. It wasn't scary because it was empty. It was scary because it was so full. There, yes, was an empty feeling, but what scared me more was the number of people in that house. For as long as I've been visiting "sector 37" (that's how I know it), there has been an entry cap, any more than ten people (that too is the max end), and...