Another one bites the dust.

RIP to my Mothers Father.

Today I recieved a call from my Grandmother and put the phone onto my Mother (immediately, she didn't tell me)

In August another person involved in my life passed on, my grandfather.

Didn't find out till today.

Heart attack, of all things from a man with a weak heart (triple bypass before)

This news wasn't shell shocking, or a shock really.

Though he was my grandfather, we weren't close, I never got along with him, he never really accepted me for who I was, he was a complicated man who worked till his dying days.

71 and dead, My grandmother has realised she is human and not immortal.

My Grandmother and him have been seperated for years, almost as long as I have been breathing air if not longer.

When Mum came and told me I gave her a hug at first.

I then asked if she laughed when Grandma told her, she gave me this look and a grin.

We both laughed.

After I began to ponder my thoughts, does my Family and I deal with death too easily?

Sure, Dads death was shell shocking, its not the first or last major death in recent years but the fact of the matter is I've remained fairly composed under the circumstances.

I know I'm head strong, but am I too head strong?

Its hard being this head strong, all I want to do is lock myself up in a dark house with a carton of Cigarettes and a lighter and just do whatever I do.

*sigh*

Oh well, I guess head strength isn't an issue for me.