Grandma

Ever since my grandma died everything has been different. Every holiday that passes, and every cool thing in my personal life is hard to fully enjoy, because at some point I will get reminded that I will never get the chance to share them with her ever again. Since she passed I've been to 3 concerts, and after all three although I had a great time I cried on the car ride home. Because with all the joy I felt and all the stories I had from those nights I knew that she would never get to see the shirt I got, or the singer I talked to, or the mosh pit I got to be part of. I know she would have loved to hear about it.

Christmas is in 4 days, and this is the first year that I will not see her. That I will only see my sister, and the rest of my family will have a separate Christmas. Everything is different now, and I know that if she was still here my family wouldn't feel so broken apart now.