😔 Three Months Without You

It’s been three months, Grandma, and I still catch myself making plans to call or visit. It’s funny how the mind does that—how it refuses to accept that someone is really gone. Some days, it feels like you were just here, and other days, your absence is soul-crushing.

At first, everything was a blur. Grief was loud, overwhelming, and damn near impossible to ignore. But now it’s settled into every quiet moment in my life. Those are the empty spaces where you should be. It’s in the stories I want to tell you, the songs that remind me of you, and the random thoughts about things I know only you would really understand.

Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all, but honestly, I don’t know if that’s true. Time just keeps going, whether I’m ready or not. The world moves on, and I’m trying to move with it, but some days are harder than others. I still talk to you, hoping you can hear me somehow.
I don’t know when this'll get easier, but I do know one thing: love doesn’t disappear just because someone is gone. You’re still here, in the memories, in the love, in all the ways you changed my life. And no matter how much time passes, I’ll always miss you.