As a little girl of eight,my grandmother died in a car accident. She had just dropped me and my sister off at home, after Sunday School.
They didn't even see the truck coming that slammed into the side of the car, snapping my precious Grandma's neck and killing her instantly.
Cruel death, that takes a loved one without permission.
Less than a year later, my Grandfather took a shower and sat down to watch the nightly news. He died, holding my Grandma's picture in his arms. The doctors say he died of a broken heart. Literally.
Letting go is hard to do. Sometimes, you never let go. Sometimes, it's a slow slipping away. Sometimes, it never happens.
I had planned to write a nice piece on letting go, but as I sat down to write, I realized I couldn't. I haven't let go.
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