Feb 18, 2011 17:41
Someone at work said something that hit me like a ton of bricks....
"When you don't want to live anymore, you're die pretty fast."
He was talking about someone that was in the hospital and had died rather than fight to get better.
It reminded me of my grandmother and watching her with the tubes down her throat, motioning to my aunt to pull the plug. She wanted to die. If she wanted to live, would she still be here? What about me? I needed her and still do. It sounds selfish, I know, but I can't help but miss her on a daily basis. I cry a little bit when I think of something I need to ask her or the longing to talk to her on the phone, even after 10 years. It never gets easier.
Now that I'm having returning issues with my family, I'm missing my grandma and aunt more than ever. I miss their unconditional love and their enjoyment in talking to me and knowing about my day.
Time doesn't heal, sometimes it doesn't make it easier... Losing someone you love that's so close to you is like a rip in your soul that will never fully heal and that pain will always be a part of you.