Six months: It hurts to think about...

Six months.

That's how long it has been since she left. 

That's how long I have been waiting for her to come back.

But she's not going to, is she?

I'm not going to see her when I come home for summer, am I?

Soon it will be a year, two, five, ten, twenty-five since she left.

It hurts to think about.

All I've known is 21 years with her.

I don't know how to do 21 without her.

I've done half of a year and I've just about had it.

It hurts to think about.

Can someone please just tell me I've been dreaming?

That this whole time she's been on a trip to her favorite place in Mexico.

That she's actually sitting on the couch in my house right now 

waiting for me to come home from school.

That she never actually left.

It hurts to think about.

But that's unrealistic, right?

That day in December actually happened. 12.12.12.

I was in the room when the monitor read question mark, wasn't I?

It hurts to think about.

She's really gone, isn't she?

No.

I refuse to believe she is completely gone. 

Maybe she is in the physical world,

But in my heart she always rests.
It's been hard with out her, but

I know she will give me the strength

To carry on until we meet again.

She's can't be too far, right?

Right?

"Trust in the Lord for He is good.

You're not alone. 

We'll be reunited soon,

But until then keep your head up, flaca.

Desde donde estoy te cuidare."

<3

I love you grandma.

Nunca sera lo mismo sin ti.