A small breakdown.
The 23th was Day's 50th B-day. I realized that one month after would of been Grandma's 62nd. I'm listening to one of the songs from the Funeral, because I still feel so lost without her. So many memories, and I won't be able to make new ones. So I sit here and cry... always cry when I am alone. I hate how...how her scent is still here, but she's not...I'm going to her tomb next weekend...and it'll be the first time I've seen it since the funeral. I just haven't been able to bring myself to, because then it really means she's gone...She's gone, and it makes me hurt still. It's going to be Four Months in Feb. on the 11th, and it feels like an eternity. I need to go.