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She was a very, very silly person who married a very nice man.The two of them, eventually, made the woman who would be my mother.
She was a very nice person who married a very nice man and had a very nice daughter who (if I may) had a very nice son.
She’s been dead for over a year now.
And I miss her. I miss her very much.
The fact that I will never see my grandmother again hurts me.
It literally hurts me. I feel this…pain inside my chest when I think about how she and I will never hug again or make silly jokes. She was a silly person after all.
But what hurts me more than that is seeing my mother’s face when she remembers.
Her mother is gone.
I love Grandma to no end, but she was not my mother.
I know, I know however much I felt for her my mom felt even more.
Because to me this was a lovely old woman who was sweet and kind and gentle to me.
But to her…she was the one who sung her to sleep at night, who tucked her in, who put bandages on her booboos and said everything would be ok even though she didn’t know it would be.
I lost my grandmother, but my mother lost her mom.
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alexcinderpelt [2013-11-26 16:21:04 +0000 UTC]
perspective perspective perspective, made it so deep
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