Today was hard. So incredibly hard. I don't have the words right now. Today was the first day I've been back to my Gran's grave since she died almost 5 years ago. Today was the first holiday held in her and Papa's house since she died. It was just ... unbelievably hard. Thank god for my cousins. They help to keep it real, help to keep me grounded. I miss her so much, I can't even begin to describe it. The pain has mostly dulled but every so often, like at dinner tonight after grace was said, it's like a knife in the heart. I miss her deeply.
Gran's grave. She's buried with her mother & her father.
My Gran and Papa. I believe this photo is from 1992.
The Frazier side of our family did a photo shoot together.
I believe I was about six in the photos, so 92 is my best guess.
The poem that was on Gran's funeral cards.
All 16 grandchildren, 6 daughters, & 6 sons-in-law
all laid white roses in her grave, along with my Papa.
I can't believe it's been almost five years. It feels like just yesterday. I just miss her so much. More than I ever knew was possible to miss someone. If there ever was a time for faith, it's when I'm missing her and hoping that I'll get to see her again someday. Please, let there be a someday where I'll see her again.
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