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It Doesn’t Get Any Easier [It Never Will]

September 11, 2013.  You’ll look at the month and date and you’ll probably pause and reflect.  You’ll look at the year and you’ll not believe that that much time has passed.

It has and always will be the worst day of my life—most other people will probably consider it to be their worst day, too.

I wrote about what was then the eighth anniversary back in 2009.  Everything I said then still applies now.

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It’s Been One Year

One year ago I lost my grandfather.  I still remember it fairly clearly, ranging from finding out at work, wondering whether or not I should immediately go to my grandmother’s home, and what emotions should I have, if any.

The subway ride back to Queens was just strange.  I was grieving mentally but on the surface I showed nothing more than a barely sullen—yet expressionless—face.

My family will be visiting his grave at the cemetery in a few weeks in what will now become a yearly routine, in addition to our other cemetery visits.

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