Pre-Monday Jitters.
Lots of dead worms. I realize the picture is pretty gross. My cousin and I almost vomited when my mom dumped them out of the flower vase for my grandma. Thank you, rain, for causing that to happen. This Thursday I've got a hair appointment with the hairdresser that used to do my grandma's hair. When I called to make the appointment, the hairdresser brought my grandma up. She said a lot of really sweet things that made me want to sob right there. No one can understand the feeling of loss of a deceased loved one until you've actually gone through it. The grief can be so overwhelming sometimes that I start to shake from head to toe. Everything reminds me of how good and loving my grandma was. She raised my sister and I; not to mention my thirteen immediate cousins. Even while grocery shopping, I'll see things that she would eat on a daily basis. When I hear an old hymn or a song that she liked, my heart feels like it's being pressed deeper ...