Grief, Pt. 2
This time five years ago I was mentally preparing myself to travel from Chicago to St. Louis to attend the homegoing services for my aunt. This was my second encounter with death in my family. I can't say I was expecting it. Her sickness came as a surprise to me and within a matter of days she was gone. The difference between this loss and that of my uncle is that I was actively in school. My uncle passed weeks before my second year of undergrad while my aunt passed in my final semester of undergrad. Dealing with death, loss, and grief at any time is hard, no doubt, but dealing with it while trying to finish school was harder in my opinion. I had plans to attend a retreat the same weekend my aunt's services were scheduled and needless to say I didn't end up going. I took the train home with someone who is now one of my best friends and attended my aunt's funeral. The weekend is such a blur now. All I remember is watching my little cousins eat jelly biscuits to make su...