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It has been a few weeks since my grandfather died (&) in contrast to the death of my other grandfather () back last year, this one is haunting me a little bit.I don’t sleep bad or anything, but throughout the day, though not every day, my brain reminds me that he is dead. Every time that thought comes up, I’m drifting into a fun memory I have with him. So, I feel like my brain wants to think about the good times back then.This week we also collected my grandmother, and so she is spending a “vacation” at my parents’ house for a few weeks. Seeing her and his house “empty” was hard for me. I wonder how long it will take until I fully realise he’s gone forever. I thought that process would take only a few weeks, just like last time, but it seems like it will take way longer.I also wonder how my mother is coping with it. She doesn’t show much, but it could also be that I don’t notice it, as we do not see each other every day.But anyway, life goes on, and I will be heading to a paramedic short shift now…