Witnessing Human Death

Plenty of family members have died in the past, but always have I been far from the event. Never with them. Let alone living in their home.

The third of my four grandparents died at 9:17;PM, twelve months after having been diagnosed with cancer. I lived here in his home for the last month. Being a journal, I should be able to describe everything I witnessed here, but I can't seem to. I will simply say that I found it grotesque.

My unusual (in this family) views on human life and death made my reaction different from that of the others. While they watched him and cried, I watched them and wondered. While they felt slighted and saddened, I felt angry that it was all shrouded and diluted in superstition.

My father saw it, but I doubt anyone else would even know how to recognize it.

Something About a Series of Tubes

I could never have imagined that so many of these people could exist in the 21st century.
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