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Dealing with loss.
2 min read
March 7th, 2013.
I spend my last moments with my grandmother who has become unresponsive.
I place my hands gently on her face, her eyes staring off into space and her breathing heavy, as she struggles to take in air.
No blinking, no movement, just an empty stare.
I tell her I love her for the last time and put my forehead to hers.
Later that evening, her breathing stops.
I lost more than a grandmother this week.
I lost a friend. A guardian. A parent.
My chest has not stopped hurting since the moment she has stopped breathing.
She is a hero. A person everyone would have been blessed and lucky to know.
She had the biggest heart. Dedicating her time to helping people who needed it most.
It kills me to know I will never see her smile again, singing in the kitchen as she cooks and cleans.
It kills me to know I will never get to hug her again.
It kills me to know I will never get to tell her I love her. And how much I appreciate all she has done for me.
Irreplaceable.
She has taken a piece of me with her to her grave.
What will I do without you.
I spend my last moments with my grandmother who has become unresponsive.
I place my hands gently on her face, her eyes staring off into space and her breathing heavy, as she struggles to take in air.
No blinking, no movement, just an empty stare.
I tell her I love her for the last time and put my forehead to hers.
Later that evening, her breathing stops.
I lost more than a grandmother this week.
I lost a friend. A guardian. A parent.
My chest has not stopped hurting since the moment she has stopped breathing.
She is a hero. A person everyone would have been blessed and lucky to know.
She had the biggest heart. Dedicating her time to helping people who needed it most.
It kills me to know I will never see her smile again, singing in the kitchen as she cooks and cleans.
It kills me to know I will never get to hug her again.
It kills me to know I will never get to tell her I love her. And how much I appreciate all she has done for me.
Irreplaceable.
She has taken a piece of me with her to her grave.
What will I do without you.
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Wow.
1 min read
I have no words. Paws down the best art i've ever seen.
Prepare to be blown away by ponies.
Prepare to be blown away by ponies.
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