I need to write this down before it all becomes a fog in my brain. I will have to do this in installments because it's even too much for me to wade through everything. My goal is to write a little bit about it every day. There's been lots of drama and sadness for me, and I'd like to remember things as clearly as I can for future reference.
My grama passed away on April 10th, one day before her would-be 94th birthday. I loved my grama. She and my grampa pretty much raised me. Their home was like an asylum from the shit chaos my actual home was. Sadly, I didn't see her very much since moving so far away in my mid twenties. Even before then there was a bit of a rift between me and my gramparents thanks to my jerk of a dad. But traveling freeways is not something that i enjoy doing, or am able to do without a lot of stress. She lived in So Cal, where I grew up. After leaving the area I've rarely ever felt the need to return to live there. My heart cannot stand the crowded, concrete, ugly face that is southern california. But now that my grama is gone, any last connection I had to the area is pretty much gone, and this is causing me some conflict.
to be continued:+
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