Saosin
April 29th, 2011, 12:34 AM
Late October of last year my grandpa passed away. Before he died, he spent months in the hospital. What happened was he originally injured his back, and from then on during his stay at the hospital he progressively got more and more sick. For a while we were expecting his death. We spent the last two weeks in the hospital. Every day after school we went and stayed until 11 or 12. But since he passed, I feel like i've moved on way too soon. He was a huge influence on me and looking back, I seemed to hardly show any emotion. I'm not sure if I just accepted his death throughout the two weeks and that is why, or I was emotionally numb and unattached. But recently while listening to a song before I went to bed, the lyrics really hit me. It made me think about him and how i'd handled the situation and I felt really guilty. Like I should have been affected by it more drastically.
This is the song:
An angel got his wings,
And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Should we still set his plate?
Should we still save his chair?
Should we still buy him gifts?
And if we don't, did we not care?
It makes you think about the life you've led,
Shit you've done, things you've said.
And it's grounding, grounding.
I've been feeling three feet tall this month,
hardly indestructible.
But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.
Around Christmas time, we didn't do anything to commemorate him besides a short prayer before eating. Which seems minimal and as if we didn't appreciate him...
I'll stop now before I make this post too ridiculously long... But anyone else have a similar experience?
This is the song:
An angel got his wings,
And we'll hold our heads up knowing that he's fine.
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Should we still set his plate?
Should we still save his chair?
Should we still buy him gifts?
And if we don't, did we not care?
It makes you think about the life you've led,
Shit you've done, things you've said.
And it's grounding, grounding.
I've been feeling three feet tall this month,
hardly indestructible.
But the snow melts, and the rhythm still goes on.
Around Christmas time, we didn't do anything to commemorate him besides a short prayer before eating. Which seems minimal and as if we didn't appreciate him...
I'll stop now before I make this post too ridiculously long... But anyone else have a similar experience?