Grief

Just lost my Grandmother.  She was my rock.  Waves of sadness rolling in.  Anger too.  Sitting in grief.  Trying to let it teach me.   What am I made out of?  It is difficult simply to let go.  There is a lot of feeling.  There is pain.  It is a confusing time.  So much going on.  She left behind a vacuum.  The result is disorienting.  I wouldn't be feeling so much if I hadn't had a deep and meaningful experiences with her.  For that, I am quite thankful.  I am lucky.