Just six months after losing my Nana to terminal cancer, I
am once again out in California mourning the loss of my
grandfather, her husband of 60 years, who passed away last night.
Shortly after my Nana passed away last fall, doctors confirmed that my
grandpa also had cancer, although a more treatable form. But several
difficult surgeries and complications later, he too found himself fighting for his
life, especially throughout the past week, which I thankfully had the chance to spend by his side.
My feelings at the moment transition between
shock, denial, anger, heartbreak and mental exhaustion over having to immediately
relive the experience of losing someone I have dearly loved my entire life.
Rest in peace, Papa. I love you and will miss you always.