Thursday, September 13, 2018


I thought I was tougher for I was holding back my tears as I witnessed my gran passed away. I never knew that the hardest part of losing the one you love is to accept that you can no longer touch her, see, and comfort her physically. I never knew I would grief this hard.

I am now live in a house that no longer feels like home. I no longer come home to a warm greeting and a worried look questioning why I always come home late. It irritates me as I have to swallow all these all at once while trying to live through all the mementos that surround me.

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