1 year ago: The spiral begins
Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:22 am
By Jeremy Moses
Posted: 3:23 AM 1/7/2008
One year.
It doesn't seem like it has been a year, but it has. One year ago this morning, my grandpa, Shird "Mose" Moses died at age 82.
I remember how I felt. I had just spoken to him on the Friday before. I was on my way to Newport on the Levee for a night out on the town. I called and he seemed to be doing okay. He had just gotten out of the hospital not long before from pneumonia. I said goodbye, not knowing what was about to transpire the following Sunday.
The following Sunday morning, I went to church like I normally do. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. That was until about 2pm. I had this feeling come over me. Like something was not right at all. I didn't figure it out until later but the feeling was something was gonna happen to me or someone in my family. Little did I know it already HAD happened.
Around 6pm, without hesitation, I called my dad, Larry Moses in Ross, Ohio. He was the one to drop the bomb on me. I was walking around, no aim at all as we talked, I didn't know where I was going. As soon as I got the news, I started crying. I remember standing outside the Entire Auto Care building on Kentucky 18 at Shelby Street, not knowing what to do or where to go. I couldn't go home, I felt that much. I turned instead and headed for my close friend of 6 years, Krista Simpson. I went to her because I knew that she knew what I was feeling. I had felt it before when my grandma Maxine died in August 2005. But her grandpa, like mine, had been someone she was really close to and he'd died 8 months before, so I knew she'd know what to tell me.
I got there about 6:40pm, and I told her what had just gone down. She immediately sat me down, let me sit there and cry for what seemed like forever, until I finally got up my courage to go home and tell my parents the news. I remember my mom coming up to me and giving me a big hug, as though she knew what I was going through. She did, in a way, because she had seen what grandma's death had done to me. So, having parents like her is a blessing.
Still, it was the start of a long period of sustained depression, hence the thread title. Today will be hard. But I will get through this.
Posted: 3:23 AM 1/7/2008
One year.
It doesn't seem like it has been a year, but it has. One year ago this morning, my grandpa, Shird "Mose" Moses died at age 82.
I remember how I felt. I had just spoken to him on the Friday before. I was on my way to Newport on the Levee for a night out on the town. I called and he seemed to be doing okay. He had just gotten out of the hospital not long before from pneumonia. I said goodbye, not knowing what was about to transpire the following Sunday.
The following Sunday morning, I went to church like I normally do. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. That was until about 2pm. I had this feeling come over me. Like something was not right at all. I didn't figure it out until later but the feeling was something was gonna happen to me or someone in my family. Little did I know it already HAD happened.
Around 6pm, without hesitation, I called my dad, Larry Moses in Ross, Ohio. He was the one to drop the bomb on me. I was walking around, no aim at all as we talked, I didn't know where I was going. As soon as I got the news, I started crying. I remember standing outside the Entire Auto Care building on Kentucky 18 at Shelby Street, not knowing what to do or where to go. I couldn't go home, I felt that much. I turned instead and headed for my close friend of 6 years, Krista Simpson. I went to her because I knew that she knew what I was feeling. I had felt it before when my grandma Maxine died in August 2005. But her grandpa, like mine, had been someone she was really close to and he'd died 8 months before, so I knew she'd know what to tell me.
I got there about 6:40pm, and I told her what had just gone down. She immediately sat me down, let me sit there and cry for what seemed like forever, until I finally got up my courage to go home and tell my parents the news. I remember my mom coming up to me and giving me a big hug, as though she knew what I was going through. She did, in a way, because she had seen what grandma's death had done to me. So, having parents like her is a blessing.
Still, it was the start of a long period of sustained depression, hence the thread title. Today will be hard. But I will get through this.