My grandfather passed away on Thursday. All of the services are today, and tomorrow. I can't really miss a lot of work, because there isn't anyone to take my place. I decided I'd go into work through the weekend and miss today and tomorrow.
On Friday night I was making my rounds around the restaurant making sure everyone was taken care of and everything was going smoothly ( I manage a restaurant). One of the guys that was a friend of my Grandpa's through our church asked how he was doing, and I told him he had passed. I also stated that we are trying to look at it as a blessing because he had found out a couple months ago that he had pulmonary fibrosis. We (as a family) know someone who suffered for YEARS with this, and we were greattful that he didn't have to suffer as much as the other person did, as he wouldn't have wanted to live with a poor quality of life.
The guy procedes to YELL at me. He told me it isn't a blessing and I shouldn't be working, I should be home grieving. He also said I was disrespectful for being at work. THEN his wife asks me how old my Grandpa was. I told her he was 77. She says " Oh No! He was just a baby. I can't believe you aren't in shock."
Alright. So I understand that everyone reacts differently to situations, however, I was completely offended by their comments. I simple "Oh, I'm sorry for your loss" would have done. I would have been alright if they wanted to talk about me after I left. I already felt guilty for not being with my family....uuughhh
Re: Really? That was his response?
There is no excuse for the way they behaved.
I am sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Sorry about your grandfather.
WTF! Seriously. #1, it's not their place to say something like that. #2, How do they know how much you are grieving? I think I would have lost my sh!t on them.
ETA: We lost my grandfather at the age of 72. He had been diagnosed with a brain tumor & cancer about Thanksgiving 2001, and he passed the following February. I totally understand feeling like it was a blessing. I still miss him but it gets easier with time. Hang in there and remember the good times.
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