Grief
I lost my Grandma this week. And it doesn't matter how many times I remember that she isn't in pain anymore, or that it is easier for her to breathe now, it just hurts. Heart clenching, soul squishing hurt. I love to call her "Tiny" because truly, she was a tiny, feisty, fiery human being. She loved with her whole soul. And she wasn't afraid to tell you what she thought. I am lucky enough that my middle name is her name. She would always tell me that she hated her name, and felt bad that we shared it, but I truly cherish that I get to carry a part of her with me every day. I hope I am making her proud of our name, even if she didn't like it. It's hard to think of life without her. Of Christmases without her playing carols on our piano, birthdays without her shaky cursive in my birthday cards. Of fireworks shows without offroading her wheelchair to just the right spot. Hard to know that she isn't just a ten-minute walk away from home anymore. There w...