Closure
I buried my Grandmother two days ago. I cried, a lot. But I have no more tears to shed for her. I'm mot saying that I have cried so much that I just can't any more, nor am I saying that I don't feel the sadness anymore.
I was an emotional wreck ever since I found out that she had died last Sunday and that continued until I helped place her casket on that little winch thing above her grave. At that exact second I stopped crying and haven't cried since. I don't know why, and I probably never will. All I know is that the simple act of placing her upon her grave gave me a sort or...calm. My Grandmother is dead and when I put her down I was able to finally come to terms with that.
Do I love her? Yes. Do I miss her? Yes. Am I sad that she is gone? Yes. Can I accept that fact now and go on with my life like she would have wanted? Yes, yes I can.
My Grandmother was a great woman. She will be missed.
I was an emotional wreck ever since I found out that she had died last Sunday and that continued until I helped place her casket on that little winch thing above her grave. At that exact second I stopped crying and haven't cried since. I don't know why, and I probably never will. All I know is that the simple act of placing her upon her grave gave me a sort or...calm. My Grandmother is dead and when I put her down I was able to finally come to terms with that.
Do I love her? Yes. Do I miss her? Yes. Am I sad that she is gone? Yes. Can I accept that fact now and go on with my life like she would have wanted? Yes, yes I can.
My Grandmother was a great woman. She will be missed.