Gone with the wind

Today was my grandma’s funeral. It felt so unreal, everthing went so fast these past few months. How is it that my grandma is gone? That her picture is up there surrounded by flowers. That they scattered her ashes and this is really the end?

I wonder if she was watching it, and if she was happy with how the flowers looked, and that everyone came in blue and spoke such kind words of her. Or if she’s sad that we have to experience all this. I hope it’s the first.

And I hope you had a safe trip grandma, I miss you so much.