Hey everyone… I just wanted to let you know I might not be around much for a while. My grandpa passed away yesterday. I found out not long ago, and it still doesn’t feel real. I was born in Iceland, and that’s where my grandparents lived. I moved away when I was younger, but they were still such a big part of me. My grandpa — my afi (that’s “grandpa” in Icelandic) — had schizophrenia, so it wasn’t safe for me to live with him, but I always loved him. He was one of the few people I felt really connected to, even from far away. My amma (that’s “grandma” in Icelandic) died of Covid when I was younger, so now they’re both gone. It feels strange, like another piece of my childhood just quietly disappeared. I’ve been an orphan for a while, so losing him feels even harder — it’s like the world has one less person who remembers where I came from. I go to boarding school now, and I’m trying to stay strong for my twin brother and my little sister. They’re all I have left, really. I’ll still try to respond to comments when I can, but I might be a bit slower. I just need some time to breathe and think and let myself miss him properly. On the small bright side — I did miss my geography test, which I think afi would’ve actually found pretty funny. He always said I had “better things to do than stare at maps.” Thanks to everyone who’s always been kind here. It means more than you think
