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So my grandmother died this week. Though I called her "grandma", she might as well have been my first mother. She had raised my little brothers and I since we were born with the help of my aunt. The three of us probably would have still been living with her if my mom didn't come back.
I've cried but not as much as I thought I would. I don't think it's completely hit me yet. Then again, I'm not exactly letting myself cry yet. A tear here and there but not a full-on crying session.
To cope with my increasing sadness, I watched and rewatched all 3 Kung Fu Panda movies. I know, horrible coping method. I realized this halfway through the second one. I tried watching my other comfort film. Although Jojo Rabbit is hilarious and really fun to watch, it still made me cry halfway through. So it was back to Kung Fu Panda. And there I remained.
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