“So this is how a normal death looks and feels,” I said to myself as I opened the doors of the funeral home across the street.
I hadn’t been there since my dad had passed almost 14 years prior. It’s funny how our mind works; everything that happened when my dad died is a blur, maybe even a horrid fantasy.
No father is supposed to die when one is a teenager, so all of a sudden, out of nowhere. When my grandma died eight months ago I got to experience a “normal” death for the first time in my life… and I got to feel and go through all of these new emotions and sensations.
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