He died last month from an infection that spread to his brain. He was the only thing I had for a few years since I don't have any friends and don't have the best relationship with my family. I don't really interact with other people online either so it's been really hard to cope. I have a feeling this post won't get much attention anyways but writing this makes me feel like I'm not completely alone. 

How ridiculous is it that he happened to die on the same day as the one year anniversary of my grandfather's death? What are even the odds of something like that happening? I haven't been religious for a few years now, but it felt as if a higher being is playing a cruel joke on me. It feels as if life just gets worse and takes more and more away from me as time goes on. This really isn't fun. I'm long tired of waiting for things to get better...

At the moment it feels good to reach out, but I know for sure I'll feel a little embarrassed later on that I had to make this post.