A few weeks ago, my grandmother passed away at the age of 91. She hadn’t been well for a while but it was still rough. I suppose that’s how it is with death. You think you’re ready, prepared for the worst but never really are.
The thought that I’ll never see her again. Every other day that I wake up and not see her sitting by her bedroom window, weaving…. is just plain heartbreaking. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. I miss her.
A week later, like one loss wasn’t devastating enough. My cousin Tom, so young.. only seen 26years worth of life also passed away. We unfortunately weren’t so close, though I have a few childhood memories with him to hold onto. What kills me is I hadn’t seen him in like forever until a few days before he passed and he had been unconscious. 😥
This loss we suffered in just two weeks was overwhelming, left my heart bleeding. I miss them terribly, though I’m sure they are in a better place now. They stay forever in my heart.