It's weird to know that my Lola's house will be empty. She isn't there, she isn't here. I don't know how to take it, I'm sad, and that's the only way I can acknowledge it, no tears, no shutting the world out, no nothing. Just utter sadness, deep in the pit of my soul. I should have spent more time with her, to hear her voice so little, it's gut wrenching, I want to scream, but I can't. I'm in a state of of inbetweens. Between feelings and actions. regret and remorse. hate and love. loneliness and more. She was a strong woman and lived a beautiful life, constantly surrounded by family. I chose not to be there all those times, other things were more important to me, I was a fool. I will spend the rest of my life making that up to you, Grandma. I'll dedicate my life to you.
It's definitely Good Friday in heaven, she'll make a heavenly angel
RIP Victoria Demi Ciriacruz, Dec.23 1922 - April 6, 2012
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