A Missing That Never Stops.

Grief can be your best lesson or your worst nightmare.

The blades of death of another cut me harder than the idea of my own.

Her absence serves greater pain and emotion than my own existence ever did.

I mourn her or am I mourning us both.

I love you grandma. I love you grandma.

I love you Quia. It’s time to love you Quia.

I hear you speaking to me and I want to listen.

I’m sorry for letting you down.

For disappointing you.

For giving up.

You never gave up.

I watched you fight for your last breath.

I watched you wrestle with life to the last second.

Why can’t I be as strong as you.

I wish I was as strong as you.

Can you visit me soon?

I wanted to be buried too.

Right next to you.

But they said too soon.

Grief is that ever growing pain that teaches you how connected our souls can be.

Will that pain ever go away?