Honestly guys, I am still trying to make sense of this myself, but am having trouble figuring out how many emotions I’m feeling exactly. Earlier today, shortly after re-watching Forrest Gump after several years, I received a call from my father. He told me, sobbing, that my grandfather had passed away a little over four hours before. At first, I felt the entire world stand still, and then my brain began to scream because my father, the man who never let anyone see him cry, was sobbing on the phone like a child. My father, who is the stereotypical Latino macho man, was crying and brokenly asking me to find the fastest and most economical roundtrip flight tickets available, ASAP. Honestly, I have mixed feelings about all this. I never met my grandfather, but spoke to him only sparingly on the phone over my lifetime. Often times, he didn’t know who I was thanks to his severe Alzheimer’s. Now, I’ll be planning a trip home soon, to access the situation and make sure that my father is okay.
Have any of you felt something like this before?