The sad story of life

Hello, I hope you haven't forgotten me. I'm @projectmamabg. I haven't been very active in the past few months. So many things happened around me, some good Some bad. I don't want to tell you about some of them.

A member of the family died 3 months ago (June). Yes, not exactly from mine, but part of my sister's family. My sister's husband's father has left this world. I can't say that I knew this person very well, I had only seen him 2-3 times in my life, but he always had a smile, always told jokes and could make everyone laugh. He adored children, or so I saw. She was glad to have a granddaughter to enjoy, to see her grow up and become more and more a charming young lady.

Unfortunately, his life ended. I know there is no order in these things. When I was told, I was not well. I cried. I called my sister and mate and to offer my condolences - what happened - they comforted me. They were calm and I was the one who cried on the phone and hardly understood anything.

There was never a time in my life when I lost someone. Already 3 years ago, I lost one of my grandfathers - my mother's father. I cried for days. I can't say that I knew him very well because he was one of those people for whom work in the yard was of vital importance - not for a living, but simply because something had to be done. He was a pensioner, he and my grandmother lived in a village with a large yard, they grew different crops such as potatoes, carrots, corn, watermelons, melons and everything they liked as food. About 10-12 years ago, before he died, he was diagnosed with cancer, to be honest, I'm not sure what kind, because when you hear that someone close to you has received such a diagnosis, you are shocked. They gave him 5 years to live - he lived longer.

He was one of those grandfathers who insist that the children get up early even during the summer vacation - well, you get up at 6 o'clock and what are you doing. It doesn't give you tasks to do or give you some crazy ones that aren't suitable for children.

When he died, I was sad, but somehow I was relieved that he had already found peace. My mother then sat down for the first time and told me about his life. It hasn't been easy, but he's definitely made it difficult for himself at some point. One example is that he pays off a house twice, once to the bank his father borrowed from and a second time to his sisters. Of course his sisters did other bad things to him and sued each other for over 15 years over a few bricks and a few stones, but that's another story. When she was telling, I got mad at him, could he really be that stupid. He studied his sisters, looked after his grandmother and grandfather, and all that remained for him was pain and debt. Probably my best memory with him is one where my sister and I were doing a race. We ran about 300 meters (I didn't run much because I was handed a bag of light bulbs), my sister overtook him - although for his 60s he was quite fast.

Time passed, 1 year passed, second year... in the same month that he died, my father developed (suddenly discovered) cancer, type two. I was numb. A major operation was required, in which we were almost told that he might not wake up after it, that he might need a blood transfusion and what not. My eyes are watering as I write. We all (my family and my sister's) went to ours to help what we could to be possible blood donors - guess what I can't give blood because I have an auto immune disease and my sister is under weight blood donation Everything went perfectly. No blood donation was required, the operation went well, it turned out to be the best option for him, and apart from the large incision on the abdomen, which healed very well, there were no other irregularities.

Another year has passed. My mom and I were talking at the end of June about how fast 3 years have passed since my grandfather's death and my father's surgery in July. He asked me about the child, about his crib and whether he had started to listen more.

No more than 7-8 days and she called during the hours when she is expected to be at work - I thought there was a problem with the computer at work - she called another time so we can fix something quickly. But no, it wasn't that. He called that my other grandfather had died. My eyes watered. Again I was stopped from coming to the funeral because we would have to travel by train for several hours in the hellish heat with the child and the funeral would be the next day.

He was generally a strange man. He worked as a miner for many years, and apparently at that moment his body had already betrayed him - he was 90 years old. My fondest memory is how he used to tell us stories when we were little. Well, it was a fairy tale, and it's not like the usual fairy tales, but the fairy tale about "Shit" we're talking about excrement. How did it appear in the world and it really liked the man who "gave birth" to it, so the two of them talked, the man took pity and continued to take it to the neighboring village to look for a wife. I don't remember much of the story... but what can a person who has been in the garden all day or taking care of the animals come up with, exhausted to the limit, just before going to sleep.

I already think I don't like July...

Between all these unpleasant things, we spent the last year preparing for a wedding. That is, my sister and her husband managed to find their dream place where they could announce their love in front of everyone. But I will talk about that in another post.

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