you're a regular decorated emergency
Two days ago, it was three years. Three years. And sometimes, it doesn't hurt as much as it used to. Oh, but other times, it's like The Day. It'll randomly hit me, and I'll just sob. I'm afraid that I'll forget her even though I know that's nearly impossible. I *still* dream about her, and I haven't had a good night's rest in a very long time.
I don't know why I keep doing this. Especially lately. Well, I know why, but still. I'm so flooded with *missing her,* and I'm starting to hate myself for it because I don't miss my grandpa as much as I miss my grandma. That, I think, is the first time I ever admitted it publicly, and I'll never feel okay with it. I just can't.
So it seems that my anger was directed towards the wrong uncle.
I'll never forgive you for what you did to my cousin.