I just lost my grandmother a few days ago. I expected to feel terror, sadness, a sharp feeling in my heart. Instead, I feel nothing...
Losing my grandmother is something that my brain can't process right now. I keep picturing her asleep in her chair in the living room, and then waking up and greeting me with "Hello, sweetheart" She just can't be gone.
My grandmother's pug, Roxy knows. She's in mourning, I'm simply there for support. I can't process this, not now.
I thought my grandfather was indestructible. He's cracking now. He looks older than he ever has. He's tired and weary. But he does his duty. I'm proud of him. I just wanna hug him and let him know that grandma is alright.