My grandfather, Jerry Lather passed away this Monday around 5 in the morning. I got a call around 6 that i missed and the voice mail told me to call my dad back. My dad called again at about 7:45, right as I was going down for the flag raising ceremony at camp. That's how I found out. It took a lot to not start crying in front of the campers.
For the next 2 days I put on a strong front and continued to teach the scouts. Today i finally left so that I could go to the Wake, which is today, and the Funeral, which is tomorrow. I will be serving at the mass and be one of the pallbearers. I cant stop crying, I saw my grandpa 3 weeks ago, he seemed fine, he talked to me, gave me my birthday present, we talked a little and I walked away. The rest of my family got to see him again on the 4th, but i was working, i missed my last chance to see him.
My mom will be speaking at the wake tonight, i cant listen to her speech, i cant stand the part where she talks about how they've had so many chances to see him recently and shes glad for that, because i missed most of them.
And i'm crying again, I cant stop, I miss him, I have so many regrets for this past year, i wish i could just go back and do it all again, moving on is so hard
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