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Death is a funny, terrible thing that you never know your true feelings about until the first time it hits home.

I've been sad and grieving, then accepting and peaceful, then devasted again and crying, and then back to acceptance. What I've come to conclude is, no matter how much I attempt and may eventually succeed at making my peace with what has happened, it will never be any less tragic and sad. What I'm still working on is whether or not I'll ever get past the instant tears and depression that come with the mere mention of him... or anything that remotely remindes me of the sweetest old man I ever knew.