I am grieving... but this time not over an ex-boyfriend, which is good, and smart. Though the thought of grief is sad in itself, atleast my grandmother is in a better place.
I wished myself there many times for awhile. I really really hated the fact that I was alive (and I'm sure I wasn't the only one who hated my existence) and I dreamed and prayed that I would go where my great grandmother (who I was named after) was because I was so miserable being here.
Thankfully, God seemed to have other plans because, if no one noticed: I'm still here. And I resist the urge to say "unfortunately" because that's a bit of a bad habit.
ANYWAYS...
My grandmother took me in for about a month when life got way to hard for me to continue. Its funny, I returned to my hometown to avoid a funeral (my own) and now I'm going there to attend one... How tragic.
Anyway... Its pretty hard to think about it. I mean, she just messaged me the day before she died, and everything was fine. Life was well, she went to work like everyday, and no one had any clue that she would pass away the following afternoon...
So... Rest in Peace: Grandma Kay...
