This Feeling Stinks

I learned at 6:35am that another good soul has left Earth. Mr. B is my stepmother's father. A quiet, gentle and funny man who treated me as if I was own blood grandson. I think the saying goes that bad things happens in three's which doesn't bode well for for my psyche. This really stinks. I know some people say that they move on to a better place and all, but I think if that was ever said to me after losing a parent suddenly I would punch them in the face. You can't always say or do the right things when someone passes. There is no manual. Sometimes it's just best to be quiet and hold that person and remind them that they have someone that is there for them. Sometimes I get so tired, I would like there to a month where I wake up feeling refreshed, alert and looking forward to the new day. There are days when the sun shines on this dog's ass and then there are other days that someone up above is just pissing on my parade.
I have never heard the cry that came from my stepmom like I did this morning. And I swear as soon as I heard it I almost knew what happened. That is not something I ever want to hear again. I can only imagine what my younger brother is feeling. He was very close to his Grandfather. I don't know whether or not I can make down to the funeral in Alabama but out of respect I will give it a try.