I was going through a tough time; I became withdrawn, . Almost a blur. Two years since my grandmother, Gueli, died and I was determined that I had come to the conclusion that grief never actually goes away.You would think that after 2 years you'd be over this. It's pointless to keep rambling on and on about the same thing. Then guilt drowns me. How can you express yourself about a human being. They were living at one point, and they influenced you greatly. Heck. For 14 years. Talking about this would make others uncomfortable, looking sad is just pitiful. But any little thing, her bittersweet in your face perfume, the way she dresses, the cloud that was her grayish white hair. Everything reminded me of the beautiful moments we lived. …show more content…
I longed for the few minutes doing her hair and fluffing it up as much as possible, cleaning her stained shirt every dinner; and making it as clandestine as possible. And On a cloudy and humid Sunday afternoon I didn't want to do much. I stayed in my grandma’s room and slept. I was shaken by my mom insisting I get up to go to church. I don't want to go to church. It's an hour of me being lost in thought moving my lips to things I barely believe to be true; most importantly, it is an hour of me remembering Gueli singing along next to me... And realizing she is not there anymore. But I got up and got dressed and out we were. I sat there for the first 10 minutes wishing I could be anywhere but there-- then you rushed in. A grayish Cloud blocked my view and a relieved sigh came out of you. Great. Now I can't