It Still Stings....
The tears are still welling up in my eyes, still stinging my cheeks. i know it is the truth, but it still hurts deep down inside. I got the call, yes the call the important call that you never ever want to have coming but somehow you know it is coming and you know it is the truth and you ache for the call not to come but yes, it does come. swiftly then just by a few words your insides start to break and shatter like newly broken pains of stained glass. your world seems for a moment to stop and all you feel is the tightening knot in the back of your throat. and yet you know on the other end of the phone that other person is feeling the same way, about that same subject matter and that the daggers stabbing your heart are also stabbing theirs too. today i got that call. the call that today my Grandfather, died.