I've had losses before, but none so devastating as my Grandma

[Coventina]

It's been close to a month, now.
The service was last Saturday.

I wrote a poem, that was my contribution to the service.

Now I just feel empty, angry, sad.

I suppose this is normal, but it's really interfering with my ability to function.


It's kind of strange, before my grandmother even got sick and eventually died, I was depressed because it was the anniversary of my dog's death and I still miss him terribly.
I want another dog, I think it would help, but my husband refuses.


I just don't know how to live in a world where my grandmother isn't. It panics me every time I remember she's gone.

I'm rambling, I'm sorry