It’s been about a week since your passing and there is finally silence after all the bustling.
I now have pockets within my day to think of you, all of you, and it’s really starting to sink in.
Mother’s Day is coming up and there’s one less person to talk to. Now it’s radio silence and me wondering what i could have sent you. Wondering if you would’ve made the trip to see us. But never wondering if you loved me.
I’m starting to miss you, gran.
I think about you during the quiet moments in my day, as few as they are. I think of the things you would say if you were here and I think of the things we didn’t get to do.
I shouldn’t do that.
You’re in a better place but I still miss you.
I’ll try not to be piaosi