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.