reality

I miss my grandma.

:(

Why did she have to die?

I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her. This isn't helping. I miss her. She understood me. She didn't need to define me. She didn't need to control me. She didn't need to do anything, to advised me, because she knew me. She knew me in the way that she knew who I was and the potential I had, have, to be this person, without needing to change me. She knew that what I was doing was the right choice by me, no matter anyone else's opinion on it. Herself included. She loved me. I still love her. I miss you grandma. I wish so much. I love you. I miss you.