The last 7 days feels like it's been 7 years, but it all felt like it passed in 7 minutes.
I've told the story of what happened too many times, so maybe next time I'll sit down and rewrite it. So one day. If the memories start to get foggy I can come back here. And relive it. ( sounds kinda morbid huh? )
Well, My grandmom finally left us. 7 days ago. I'm still in denial. This whole experience is so surreal. I never imagined it would hurt SO much. Everyday that passes. I think to myself. Wow Grandmom woulda have loved today. Look how beautiful it is. Or when my babies learn something new. I'm sad that she won't know. Before all this. I was set on having another baby next year, but now? I couldn't imagine having another child and having them NOT have met her. I know my life needs to continue. I know even though she's gone, that as long as she's in our hearts she'll never be truly gone . I know time heals everything. I know all those cliches. But how can time heal the pain, when every minute that passes I miss her more?