𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞💚💙✨

TW: Rude customers and harmful words.
          
          If you feel the need to tell a minimum wage worker to go hurt themselves over a f*cking price miscalculation, you're the lowest form of scum on this earth. And I hope Karma pounces on you like a leopard. I've been battling depression and anxiety for nearly ten years, trying not to break down and keep going. And for some stranger, not to mention a f*cking registered nurse to tell me to do that to myself is appalling. Isn't your job supposed to be helping patients? Not push them closer to the edge? Let me catch that lady out in public and she tries to pull that stunt again, I double dog dare her.

Chapter Twenty Five of Frostbite ~ The Sparrow Academy has been released!

At 6:30 AM this morning, my grandfather, affectionately known as Papa, was taken back home to live with our heavenly father. But while mine and my family's hearts are broken, trying to mourn the loss of a father, grandfather, best friend, brother, and army veteran of over 30 years, I am comforted knowing he's longer in pain, and that he did not suffer within his final moments.
          
          
          My grandfather was the first of the very few best friends I've had and I still have to this day. When I was going through severe bullying in school, going to his and my grandma's house was an escape to paradise. We used to sit and watch TV together, go out for ice cream, and go for rides together on his scooter in our backyard. In the last two weeks before his death, he told me that he was so proud of the woman I turned into, and how he hoped to see me graduate college and get married.
          
          
          My heart is irreparably shattered, knowing he won't physically get to see me walk across the stage earning my associates in two years, and see me marry the love of my life. But while I grieve the physical loss, I know he will forever live on in my heart, and in the hearts of everybody who he's touched within his 82 years on this earth.
          
          
          Rest in Peace Papa, I love you and miss you so much. Until we meet again in the afterlife.
          
          
          Your beloved granddaughter,
          Dusk
          
          
          Sunrise: 11/27/1943
          Sunset: 5/25/2026

My heart cannot take this pain any more... My grandfather is once again in the hospital, but this time the doctors have told us that he's in his final days. For months, we braced ourselves as his health has been in a steep decline, but knowing that he will not be coming home this time, shakes me to my core. Seeing him in the hospital not responding to our voices and reaching out for nothing is a heartbreaking sight. I'm not a religious person, but I do believe there is a higher power out there, somewhere, calling my grandfather back home.
          
          
          I love my grandfather so much, and this house will not be the same without him in it. I've lost so much within the last four years, and I can't imagine saying goodbye to him too. Please for the love of God, embrace the time you have left with your loved ones.

Four Years.
          
          Though I try not to vocalize my personal pain too much online, May is a very hard month for me for several reasons. While yes, it is a month where we celebrate and appreciate all the hard work the mother figures in our lives do for us. This month also serves an annual reminder of one of the worst days of my life. 
          
          It's been 1,461 days since I lost my beloved grandma B. On May 12th, 2022, my life was shattered forever by her tragic and painful battle with COVID. Not only has this virus taken away so many people from my life, but it's also a heartbreaking reminder that no matter how invincible you think you are, your life can be over today, tomorrow, at any given moment. The pain I feel today and the pain I've felt ever since her death is never-ending. She was one of the most amazing people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I couldn't be more grateful than to have her as a grandmother.
          
          Even though she is no longer with us, I still feel her presence every day.  Through the wind blowing past my window, to the dandelions poking out of the grass, to the numerous flamingo plush animals she kept in her room that I now keep with me as a reminder what once was. And the dragonflies that frequent our front yard, a signal that she is still watching over me and my dad.
          
          I miss my Grandma B today, I will miss my Grandma B tomorrow, I will miss my Grandma B for the rest of my life. Even four years later, I'm still going through the endless cycle of grief, and it's not getting any easier. But I know that one day we will see each other again in heaven. 
          
          
          I love you Grandma B, I miss you and I will never forget you. <3

Sorry, for no countdown yesterday, but 5 more days!

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