My Heart is Broken
21st Oct 2011 was when my world was ripped from beneath my feet and i've continued to fall into the darkest of places. My Nan meant everything to me, she was my second mother, my best friend, I loved her with every inch of my soul. Before, the thought of death terrified me, the fear of the unknown but now I selfishly wouldn't mind if my time were to come early. My mother's mum, I had to step up and take control to allow my mum the space to grieve. I had to call the family, one by one hearing the heart crushing scream when I delivered the news, you know the scream when you're world just crumbles.
It's been a couple of years now since my nan's passing. I got a tattoo of her signature along my wrist taken from a birthday card "Love Nan". It helps sometimes, though when I'm alone I can't help but sit and cry at being unable to see her, to tell her about what I'm doing. I can't let others in, I don't feel comfortable loving another for the fear of having to suffer the heartache i'm enduring now.
Thank you for your time.