It’s been 50 days since Gram passed away.
50 days.
50 days of not hearing her voice.
50 days of not seeing her smiling face.
50 days of not seeing her with my children.
50 days of watching Grandpa trying to survive without her.
50 days of wondering if it will ever get easier.
50 days
It does get easier.
Every morning I wake up and think today is the day that I won’t cry. Im still waiting for that day
I understand completely.