My grandma passed away this morning. I can wrap my brain around it, but not my heart.
It's very hard to reconcile with the fact that she's not here anymore. I know I've had time to come to terms with the fact that she, that NO ONE lives forever, but that was just in a hypothetical context. This is real...too real. Granted, since her stroke she wasn't the Grandma I always knew, but a piece of her was better than none of her.
She shaped so much of what I know, what I rebel against, what I fight for...who I am. My heart is a little broken today.
