Almost 2 days ago my grandmother of 90 years age passed away. I was with her in her home when it happened. She was a tough woman who could be really mean, but also just as sweet. One of my favorite memories of my childhood involved just her and me. She was more like my mother to me than my actual mother. She quit her job to raise me once I was born. I asked her to not go cause I needed her, but it was okay to if she was hurting. The last thing I told her was I would bust hell wide open to get her if I had to. That's something she use to tell me. I loved both of my grandparents greatly and I was prepared when my grandfather passed. It hurt me bad but I was ready. This I wasn't. The home they built the year I was born is now empty for the first time. I haven't been myself as some of my recent post may show. The doctors knew she was dying but couldn't tell us why. It's like she just got done with it all. I been drinking and taking sleeping meds since it happened. It's hard to eat, it's hard to wakeup, it's hard to just exist at this point. I know there will be some trolls try and feed off my sorrow and thats fine. I don't do social media cause I think people should say whatever you want. I will remember if you strike me when I'm down though. Whatever you do when you have a death in your family, please do that for me. A prayer, a drink, a high five, whatever it is. I want my mother to go into her next life knowing I cared more than she knew.
Thanks @Dolly this was a good idea.
Thanks @Dolly this was a good idea.

