Loss. This is something that I can relate to on so many levels. Grief. This is also something I can relate to. Sadness. I think this is something we can all relate to. A week or so ago, I lost someone close to my heart. My grandmother. I haven’t really been able to talk about it as my mother and sisters have gone back to africa, and I’m left here alone. I don’t think that I am dealing with it very well. Going from heated anger, to tears of exhaustion. I’ve gone through a spectrum of emotions this week. What has stuck with me, is all the times that I was worried about her. Her wellbeing, her lifestyle and her work and how I knew that everything wasn’t okay, but was firmly told to mind my own buisness. This is bothering me. To the depths of my soul, along with the normal emotions that come along with grief, there is this overwhelming sense of guilt. I haven’t talked about it, I can’t and won’t. I refuse to be a burden to anyone or anything except my blog. The truth is that we all turn a blind eye on occasion or often when we know someone is hurting, but we never think about what would happen if that person was us. We also refuse to think about what happens when they’re gone and we could have done so much more. I’m stuck at a crossroads, staring at a dark insginia on a dark willow tree, there is no light and no hope, and no turning back. For what’s gone is gone, and will forever and always be gone.