Two Weeks Ago Today...
The days all blur together in a haze of grief. When Dad passed away, Grandma, you were my rock. You were my person I could cry to and my person who soothed me and whose voice wrapped my in the very best hug no matter how far away I was from you. But now that you're gone, you can't be that person to me. I can't call you when I'm upset and feel like I'm breaking down, just to hear your voice because somehow your voice fixed everything. "Darling I love you" made it better. But now I don't have that. And the days all blur together. I had originally written "one week ago" because this past week doesn't feel like it was real. Because "two weeks ago" seems too long to have been the last time I should have called you. Two weeks ago today, I should have called you. Not for anything important, but just because it was Wednesday and I would call you on Mondays and Wednesdays. Not to talk about anything important, but just to talk...