Month: May 2017

My grandma’s died last week. The funerals, wake, crying relatives and friends. I’m exhausted.

I don’t realize all happened, though I remember everything. It seems, she sleeps in her room on her bed and in the morning she’ll kiss me and say she loves me.

She was ill for a year. Some old diseases worsened the situation and she’s gone. At least she didn’t suffer for a long time.

I miss her so much. She used to tell us, that we’ll cry so hard when she’ll be gone. She was right, we cry and I don’t know how to stop.

My grandpa died the same day, but 18 years earlier. I believe they are together there and are happy. I hope, they feel better there and watch us from the sky and smile.

I will always love you, but I don’t think I’ll put up with this one day.