This is just a real, and quick story on how to deal with grief. When I was about ten years of age, two of my Grandparents died. My first Grandpa died of lung cancer, and that was very hard on the whole family, (three days later) I was being babysat, and my parents were on their Anniversary dinner. My mother and Father came home that night, and Mother was wailing and crying. I just thought that she was still getting over my other Grandparent's death. But then she said to me...
"Tori, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your OTHER Grandpa has died today."
Worse, I soon learned that he had commited suiside. I was in complete shock,in that way, did not cry, but many weeks later, for the first time in bed... I started to cry. I still miss them today, but I know that they will not suffer any longer, and are with the Lord now. I thank the Lord that I was able to get through this without blaming anybody, and being able to trust in him that he had a good reason to bring them home.
This (true) story is in honor of my Grandpas... Harry Burger, and Ray Pryor.