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My maternal grandfather, with whom I was very close, died shortly after I started keeping an online journal in 2001. I never posted about his death in detail. He had an aortic aneurysm that ruptured. He lost consciousness during the operation to repair it, and he died a week later.
I forgot that I'd written about it in a diary until last weekend. You may remember that I shipped over the stuff that has been in storage since I moved to the UK. As I dug through it, trying to corral it into some sort of order, I came across that little pink notebook. I sat down and re-read my entries on his death. And now I feel like sharing them.
( Trigger warning for, well, death, described in intimate detail. )
I forgot that I'd written about it in a diary until last weekend. You may remember that I shipped over the stuff that has been in storage since I moved to the UK. As I dug through it, trying to corral it into some sort of order, I came across that little pink notebook. I sat down and re-read my entries on his death. And now I feel like sharing them.
( Trigger warning for, well, death, described in intimate detail. )
