In Denial of Death

Woke up and applied for another job for the summer as a photographer for the local newspaper.

Bit of a weird day.
Nothing in particular, just felt weird all day.
Found out why while eating dinner.

*phone rings*
It's my dad.
*normal conversation*
Then...
"Did you know that Uncle Jay died?"
"...no."
"Yeah. At about 3am this morning, he passed away."
"...oh." [Tears running down my face.]
"And Kimmy is all blown up with some sort of bite. I told her to go to Cleveland Hospital because they don't know what they're doing at Akron City."
"ah."
"Yeah. I still remember when you had that viral infection when you were like two and they had no idea what was wrong with you. If we hadn't taken you to your regular doctor, you probably would have died. But he took one look at you and told us to get you to the hospital right away."
"yeah."
"alright. Well, need anything else?"
"no."
"Alright. Then I'll talk to you later."
"Bye. Love you."
"Bye-bye. Love you."
*click*

I'll be alright. Just...don't want to think about it right now.

These are my tattoos in remembrance of two of my grandparents. They're a daily reminder that they really are gone. I have a difficulty dealing with death. I don't deal with it at all. So these are my reminder.