Grieving is hard.
It's like a sudden stab in your heart when you find out that you have to live with that wound, slowly healing, forever.
It's hard not to think about who she was.
She showed me how to peel potatoes with her frail fingers.
She taught me how to be hospitable and play all sorts of card games.
She always had the warmest hugs and fueled my love for baking.
I miss her everyday.
More than I thought I ever could.
More than I wanted to.
But she deserves that, to be remembered, to be loved.
To be a fraction of our hearts and embedded in our memories.
