Loss Lessons -- Worry as Love
My grandpa's eyebrows furrowed when he worried about me. Long white hairs lowered down to intense eyes -- Bright, light green eyes -- And his voice was higher and pained. Emotions poured through lips that alternated From smile to frown to smile to frown. Most of the time he was worried about small things -- How I was doing in Math, Why I hadn't visited him in a few days, Or why I didn't have a heavier coat on. But as I got older, my issues got more intense -- And so did his worry. Why was someone bullying me? What was I going to do with my life? How would I heal from that breakup? I think my grandpa worried about me the most during that time of his life. I think he worried about me more than he worried about himself. He told me "The only person you can trust is yourself," And encouraged me to rid my life of anyone that treated me badly. He himself spent most of his time at home. My grandma brought him his dinner. They each had their own T...