#grieving

[nixscriptum]

[starwarsgrl77]

A part of me is missing

[opossum-handz]

[onthelearningtongue]

denial

[becherdireinen]

[elizabethsinclair]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

The pretty green coat my grandmother gave me got torn at the hospital while she was dying. It was her coat first. A November coat. We were both born in November. We celebrated my birthday together as a family. She spent her last birthday in the ICU. I must have caught the fabric on the railing of the hospital bed. I am trying to write her obituary. She deserves a better one than the flat placeholder in the online version of the local newspaper. Once I get this done, I'll break out my darning loom and mend the coat in black thread. I'll learn to weave hounds-tooth later. I'll redo it. I had to look up a list of cities in Kansas. She told me stories of this city a thousand times. I won't let her life story fall flat. It would be easier to write a book of poems about her than it is to get these brief words on paper. She loved poetry. So did her mother, who kept a scrapbook of her favorite poems. She missed her mom.

There are some things I cannot mend.