Just before going to bed extra early, I thought about how D. and Nanny both were constant comforts to me as a child. To have lost them both in the first half of the year, along with my other grandma is pretty fucked up.
Why would I even question my sadness? Of course I'm sad.
I believe the word is grief. I've entered the acceptance part of the grieving process.
I've never really been close with many people. Danielle, (I keep calling her D., but fuck that. Her name was Danielle.) Nanny, and on occasion, my other grandma Granny made up more than half of those which I was close with.
Nanny and Danielle were especially warm and honest to me growing up.
The world feels colder without them here.
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