I sit and watch my grandma. Granny as I call her,
Mama Monkey Butt died last year, it will be a year next month.
I’m not looking forward to that. As if October isn’t bad enough, I have to live through a birthday with out her. I have to watch the calender as the one year mark gets closer and closer. Like every day isn’t hard enough.
My Granny is getting older, every year, older and older.
I can’t stand the thoughts I have, the fears of her leaving this world too.
I don’t know if I can take anymore loss.