My grams died on Wednesday.
I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone or really do anything for a few days.
I lost a good friend. she was the most outstanding person I have ever known. I could talk to her about anything at all.
She lived a good long life and was very happy before she died, so I’m not sad that she suffered.
Because she didn’t.
I’m just sad that she’s gone and I cant talk to her anymore. I will miss everything about her for the rest of my life. And I will cry whenever I realize I cant just call her up. And I will smile when I remember how lucky I am to have known her for 32 of her 83 years on this earth.
When people say things like ‘one of a kind’ or ‘one in a million’ they cant possibly know exactly what those phrases really mean.. unless they knew my grams. And I’m so happy that I did.