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...By far, the worst Christmas of my life... I was right, so many people who I've never seen cry, were crying. I was right, it was so damn quiet. And I was right... she never woke up to say goodbye. I don't know what happened today, it was a fucking blur... so many damn tears... but I'm not as sad as I should be, and I hate it. I hate that I saw my grandpa, one of the strongest people I know, cry while trying to make a prayer for grandma. I hate that I saw my aunt cry, my uncle, my own dad. My cousins... everyone. I don't get why in America, funerals have to be so soon afterwards. Like, can social norms at least give us a week to greive? ...Why now. Why so close to christmas? I mean... at least she waited until all of us were in Ohio. My uncle would've never forgiven himself if he wasn't. I don't want to go to the funeral. It means goodbyes, it means more crying, it means pity from people I haven't seen since I was 2. I'm just happy she isn't hurting anymore... even though from now on? It's never gonna feel like christmas again. So cheers to the worst December of my life!!! Happy holidays, and happy new year people... I just hope grandma is wherever she wants to be. Probably heaven, she believes in god... Even if I don't... I hope I see her again someday. I love you grandma, you always made the best fucking cranberry jello known to mankind...