Things have been kinda tough lately, a roller coaster of emotions really...
My last living grandmother passed away late last month and ever since it's like I've been in shock with occasional bursts of reality. It feels like my heart is getting ripped out and shredded into tiny tendrils. Most of the time I haven't really known what to say. Right after I got the call, as I was still crying, I heard my grandmother telling me "It's ok, hun". I remember that made me smile. Honestly, I still don't know what to say really. As I write this it's just pouring out of me. I think this was the right time to write about this.
With each death I've been through, every one is so different. There's no real rhyme or reason for any of the emotions. Sometimes the feeling of loss and grief hits you super hard, like a punch in the stomach. Other times it'll hit you softer like gentle waves of sadness. And each time it feels a little different and yet somehow so very similar.
The pieces of memories, you didn't know you had anymore, surface and suck you in.
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