With my grandmother’s illness, and then passing away, I didn’t want to write or share anything that might feel too personal to the other people (my family) involved. I didn’t want to add to their pain or their grief. I also wanted time to work through my pain and my grief without feeling that I needed to explain the why’s and how’s, or to gloss it over like it was “no big deal”. I just wanted to curl up inside myself and block out the rest of the world to deal with my sadness. My grandmother was one of the very most important people in my life. I still have several times a day that I feel that prick of pain deep in my chest and my eyes sting with tears.
For those who are curious… this marks trip #4 (or #5 if you include the time to VT before and after Italy as two separate events) to Vermont for me in the past 4 months. 🙂
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