'It's been months!'
'Stay strong for your family!'
'Other's have it much worse, grow up!'
I turn over in my mind, absentmindedly working at whatever task I had in front of me. It happens a lot. For a while, these words would echo through my head, especially right after it all happened. It was a lot harder in the start... but now...
I berate myself every time. It's hard to think about it, and... it's so god damn tough.
'February 21st 2018 is just another date.'
But it stings like no other. I live in her home. Take care of her cats. Am reminded constantly by her furniture and pictures... All those memories...
I cling to whatever I can and tremble. It's so, so tough now...
'I wonder if you're disappointed in me yet...'
Tears well in my eyes and soon a flood breaks loose.
In February of this year, the rock of my family, my grandma, passed away. It's now mid November and the feelings of despair and pain fill my head and heart. Every