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		<title>Waiting for the bag of bricks to hit me</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[And no I don&#8217;t mean it literally.
Today started out like any other Monday, badly. I was running late, hadn&#8217;t gotten as much done this last weekend as I wanted and I was unable to get to sleep until past midnight despite having attempted to go to bed at 8pm. After walking into my meeting five [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And no I don&#8217;t mean it literally.</p>
<p>Today started out like any other Monday, badly. I was running late, hadn&#8217;t gotten as much done this last weekend as I wanted and I was unable to get to sleep until past midnight despite having attempted to go to bed at 8pm. After walking into my meeting five minutes late my personal phone rings and I almost ignored it until I saw that it was from my mom. She never calls me on Monday mornings, because she knows it is the worst day for anything, unless it is an emergency. When I answered she told me that my grandpa in California had died last night.</p>
<p>Now I have mixed feelings on how to feel at the moment. On one hand I am sad, but not enough to cry and on the other hand I am happy since his health had been declining for the last few years. About 5ish years ago he had a stroke and was no longer able to speak or to eat normally. Add onto it that in all that time I have not taken the time to go down and visit him except for one time. My mom and even my sister has managed to get down there at least twice a year, but somehow I was always too busy.</p>
<p>All of this leads me to the bag of bricks I mentioned in the title of this post. When my grandpa on my mom&#8217;s side died I was fine(translation: composed) at the funeral/memorial as he had been in pain for years and years. Then my grandma on my mom&#8217;s side died shortly thereafter and I completely broke down and had to leave the viewing since she was her health failed suddenly and immediately after my grandpa had died. Now I am faced with a situation where for the last few years my grandpa on my dad&#8217;s side whose health has been deteriorating only for the last few years, but I only ever saw it once. Will I be able to hold some semblance of composure or is it going to hit me like a ton of bricks where I will completely break down? Unfortunately I have no idea and that scares me. For some reason I don&#8217;t like to not be in control of my emotions especially in a public setting and I am crying uncontrollably. </p>
<p>I guess I&#8217;ll see in a few days when I head off to Cali for a few days over the weekend.</p>
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