22 is the worst thing.
About a week before I turned twenty two, my Aunt Stacy died.
I went to her memorial service on the 20th, a day after my birthday and also, Saturday. I still hurt. I will never not miss her.
More than that though, is the obvious hole in our family that's there now. My two cousins are growing up without their mom.
I don't know how to grieve, or get past this. There's a hole in my heart.
I went to her memorial service on the 20th, a day after my birthday and also, Saturday. I still hurt. I will never not miss her.
More than that though, is the obvious hole in our family that's there now. My two cousins are growing up without their mom.
I don't know how to grieve, or get past this. There's a hole in my heart.