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Well if you hadn't read my journal, my grandmother died this last Saturday, and I've been taking it awefully hard. She was like my best friend, my savior, my rock, my playful jokester, and someone I knew I could come to if there was ever a problem in my life. My grandma knew everything, and I respected her very much. She was my rock when my world was unsteady, she was the wind in my sails, she was a hug when I needed the comfort, and she was the laughter that warmed any room. I know I shouldn't cry anymore, because she's looking down on me from heaven probably shaking her finger at me with that tone of "What are you cryin' for? You got nothin' to cry for." kind of attitude, but I just can't help it. I'm going to miss her more then words can describe.

It's hard to lose a loved one, and though it's painful like your heart's being torn from your chest and sliced into pieces before your very eyes, I've been trying to tell myself that it's not Goodbye, because goodbye means forever. It's not farewell, because Farewell is like the End. Instead, it's "I'll see you later", it'll just take me a while to get to that point...

Pic Copyrighted to me as always.
Done in Photoshop in about 4 hours.

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Well if you hadn't read my journal, my grandmother died this last Saturday, and I've been taking it awefully hard. She was like my best friend, my savior, my rock, my playful jokester, and someone I knew I could come to if there was ever a problem in my life. My grandma knew everything, and I respected her very much. She was my rock when my world was unsteady, she was the wind in my sails, she was a hug when I needed the comfort, and she was the laughter that warmed any room. I know I shouldn't cry anymore, because she's looking down on me from heaven probably shaking her finger at me with that tone of "What are you cryin' for? You got nothin' to cry for." kind of attitude, but I just can't help it. I'm going to miss her more then words can describe.

It's hard to lose a loved one, and though it's painful like your heart's being torn from your chest and sliced into pieces before your very eyes, I've been trying to tell myself that it's not Goodbye, because goodbye means forever. It's not farewell, because Farewell is like the End. Instead, it's "I'll see you later", it'll just take me a while to get to that point...

Pic Copyrighted to me as always.
Done in Photoshop in about 4 hours.