Grief is like Glitter
I’m grieving. But in a way that is silent and functional. I can’t stop buying things to lay at their graves. I try to keep the flower arrangements up to date based on the seasons. I can’t listen to certain songs unless I’m in the right headspace. “I Wish Grandpa’s Never Died” by Riley Green is a heart-wrenching pain for me. I haven’t even tried listening to Amazing Grace My Chains Are Gone. That was the last song sang as he died and to conclude his funeral. Their pastor has a beautiful voice that took his spirit to heaven’s front door. My heart hasn’t been the same since May 20, and I have said that something in me changed that day she died. My heart was still mourning my grandma, and then we buried my grandpa exactly 9 months later. Cancer is a thief. It snuck up so quietly and quickly that I felt robbed of my time with him. Stage 4 colon cancer. It took him from this beautiful life he created. It...