I’ve battled so hard to ignore the pain, trying to patch up the gaping hole losing my grandma left in my life, that I didn’t realize I was only feeding the hurt. Even though I feel like I’m being ripped in half, something deep down inside starts to mend. And for the first time in a year, I feel a hope that while I know the pain will never go away, I might be able to walk with it instead of struggling against it.
