A part of me had gone missing the day she left..

My grandmother passed away on Valentine's Day, the 14th of February.
She passed away in her sleep and in the hospital.
I never thought I would see my grandma pass away, just because I didn't want to see her go; she left. Peacefully.
She was in her late 80s.
And I had lost one of the most important people in my life.

I felt broken.
Maybe part of me thought she wouldn't die.
Couldn't die.
She was always a litte more than human to me.
But I suppose she was mortal, like the rest of us, after all..
And maybe that's a beautiful thing.

I still remember.. I went to her house once every week for most of my life.
But now she has a new home, in a place I can't visit.
Someday, though, I'll find my way there.
Because no matter how much I love life, I won't live forever.
And maybe that's a beautiful thing, too.

"A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again. '
- Author Unknown
So till we meet again, grandma..

Goodbye grandma, my love.
You were the most amazing grandmother. Ever.
I love you.

p/s: I just hope time will make her absence more bareable.