It doesn't cross my mind often anymore, but when it does, I still can't help but to be in denial. I felt so selfish wanting her to stay here and be with us in the physical realm, even though she was in more pain than I can even imagine. I miss my grandma so much. Months after, I still can't seem to summon the strength to acknowledge that she isn't here with us anymore.
My grandpa is coming to America tomorrow, the first journey he's taking alone, in 24 years. This thought breaks my heart. He will be staying in the room they slept in together, he will be reading the morning paper to himself, and he will be sitting himself down for lunch by himself. He still wears her necklace around his neck, as it is the only thing left of her that he can keep close to him.
I pray to God that he gives me the strength to love and comfort my grandpa when he is here, and for him to know how much I love him.
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