It has been over a year since my grandma died.
When my husband told me after I got back from my shift in the evening, I cried.
One of those long, loud, raw heartbreaking cries. It didn’t last long.
I cried it out while my husband held me.
I did not cry at the funeral. I didn’t want to. Didn’t want the others to see me like that.
But every time I see a grandma and her grandchildren together, I have tears in my eyes.
The pain does not lessen. It is a constant ache and I know I will be feeling like this forever.
I am certain it is because I can’t hear her voice anymore, can’t phone her up to ask for advice.
That’s what I miss the most. The advice… Advice how to handle things, to hear her opinion.
I lost the most important person in my life….
But that is life, right? Life gives and life takes….
I will survive this with a sad smile.
Franky
