Where did it start for me? It's hard to say; there are a lot of possibilities. I'm sure I've talked about it in one or two of my columns previously, but never in any great detail. Even if I have, I've certainly talked about it a lot less than a person on the Internet with little-to-no editorial oversight (Jack made me tweak a column slightly once so that it didn't imply that Cracked encourages employees to get drunk at work) and a readily-available platform on which to discuss their tragic past would generally be expected to. So I don't feel too heavy about sharing the details again.
You might want to pack a lunch for this.
Starting around the 7th grade, I experienced a string of deaths in my family. Big deaths. Important people. Even those who were maybe less important died in such spectacular and unsettling fashions that it stuck with me anyway. First up was my grandfather on my dad's side. (My grandparents on my mom's side were dead before I made it out of kindergarten. Shout out for sparing my feelings, you two.) He was a lifelong smoker who was diagnosed with throat cancer in his mid-70s. There wasn't a whole lot they could do besides let him die in peace. He did that from a hospital bed placed squarely in his living room. I lived with my grandparents at the time, which meant that for the next few months, I watched him die. Slowly.
If there was a bright side, it's that we weren't especially close. I cried a lot, but I think I was mostly just sad for my grandmother, who was the closest thing I had to a best friend at the time. I knew she was sad, and it made me sad. Four months after he passed, my grandmother died as well. We were all gathered in the living room, getting ready to go to Red Lobster, when she suffered a stroke right there in front of us. I was looking at her when it happened, and I can still see her eyes rolling in the back of her head and everything else about that moment vividly. She slipped into a coma and never came out of it. She was gone two weeks later. I wasn't excited about going to Red Lobster either, but fuck, Grandma. Way to overreact.
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