I think I start to miss my grandma the most at night time. I come home and I replay that day, February 8th, in my mind and I keep trying to tell myself it didn't happen. I still just miss her so much and I will always miss her but I just wish I could see her again, even for a moment. I keep remembering my mom calling me at 5 in the morning and telling me and I was in such disbelief. The only word that came out my mouth was "WHY." It wasn't even a question, more like a statement. I still remember kissing her cheek and holding her hand and staring at her because I just didn't want to believe it. It hurts so much still and I wish I could hear her voice again.
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February 2020
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