Froyd’s Rants
Godspeed, Russel Merlin Froyd
I received the call. My grandfather’s body breathed its last. Yes, I know I said he died on Sunday…in every meaningful way he did: He had a major heart attack on sunday, and was without a pulse for sometime. They got a pulse going again, but his pupils wouldn’t dilate and his gaze was fixed. His spirit was gone. And now his body has gone the way of the spirit.
The Patriarch is gone.
Now what the hell am I supposed to do?
hide it away. try to go on with daily activities. don’t let it out. try and make it through class today. it’s so fucking hard.