A year ago today I experienced loss. It felt as if my world was caving in and I was not prepared. A year ago today I lost my Grandpa Julio Roig, the king of Newark.
A year ago today we got a call that my grandfather was on his deathbed and we only had a few days to see him and say our goodbyes. My mom and I got on the first flight to new jersey and a wall of sadness and loss flushed over us. As we landed my cousin picked us up with her eyes red from tears and took us to our grandmother's house.
We entered the catholic home of grandparents as we see our grandmother laying in her bed sobbing her eyes out. I just remember thinking it was the first time seeing any of the adults cry they've always been so strong. My grandmother was bedridden sobbing her eyes because the love of her life for the past 76 years was about to leave her life forever.
Days passed and he never got better. The night he died all of the older family members sat in a room crying and getting his affairs in order. I was the last and youngest to see him that night. We all went home and he passed peacefully in his sleep. I remember oddly feeling remorse for him, he was no longer suffering, and he moved on to a better place. His funeral was a few days later, everyone in new jersey came to see Deacon Julio. He was always known as the king of Newark, and everyone for Belleville to broadway came to give respect to the king. I'll miss you forever and ill always have the memories we've shared. I love you, papa.
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This was a such a nice post. Losing someone is quite possibly most heartbreaking and difficult emotion a human can deal with, and the way you described your experience felt so significant and impactful. I am very sorry for your loss, and I know writing about this sort of topic can be hard. I think the way you described your grandfathers life was very thoughtful.
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