Dear Maw Maw,
It's been 17 days since you have made your departure to heaven. I miss you like crazy. I can't believe you are actually gone. Sometimes I'm okay. Mainly because I try to stay busy. Sometimes I feel as though a tidal wave has hit me. It is then when I am overcome with emotions. It is then when my heart feel like it was a bomb that exploded in my chest. It hurts.
They say that time heals, but you were literally my best friend, mother, Grandmother and father wrapped up all in one person. And in 24 hours, you were ripped from my life. I suppose my expectations of your life span were a bit unrealistic. I simply assumed you would be there to see my children graduate, go to college, get married and have their children. That would have made you set world records for the oldest person alive. Nonetheless, that was how I saw things.
I still think that 79 years old is too young. If that makes me selfish, then so be it. because my love for you transcends the ideal age. I hate that you are gone. I have so much to tell you. We spoke everyday, most days more. I hate that I can't hear your voice.
I miss you.
Love,
Krissy
Hey Punkin. My you have a way with words. One thing about you .... if I were sitting across a table from you right now and asked how you were doing, you'd say, "It's tough, but I'm ok. How are things with you? How are you feeling?" And inevitably the conversation would turn from your pain to mine or someone else's... It is refreshing, and important, for your loved ones to see you in this raw state here on your blog. Your pain deserves just as much TLC and attention as the pain of others receives from you. I love you, girl.
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