Oh, don’t mind me over here.

I’m a bit estranged from my mother. Every now and then, I’ll take a look at at her Instagram.  She doesn’t update it terribly often, and it’s mainly screenshots of her Fitbit stats and green smoothies.

She had a photo of a rose bush.  My grandmother’s rose bush. She had written that my grandmother always loved Mother’s Day, and even though she’s been gone since 2011, the roses bloom every year.

So I’m just over here, crying.  Because I still remember that day, when I was about to call my grandmother, only to find out that she’d died.

And I feel so alone. 😦


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