Reload: Our Last 50 Hours…

My wound hadn’t even healed from 7 months ago, then last April 17, I had to feel the loss one more time… This time for my beloved grandpa </3

I’m floating—with no anchor to ground me. I don’t know how to explain my feeling or emotion anymore, and it’s just that I’m staying alive. I’m not functioning well… The deaths that took our beloved away left a significant heartbreak. Forever. And. Ever!