The Sadness Will Never End

This week is always the hardest one of the year.  Sunday, November 14, will be six years since my grandmother passed away.  It has never stopped feeling like it was only yesterday, but for some reason this year it feels like it's been a very long time.  You might think, Six years is a long fucking time girl, but you never got the chance to meet my MomMom, only the most wonderful woman to ever have graced the face of this earth.

I think this year it seems like so long ago that the entire family was camped out at my Aunt Mare's house, taking turns sitting next to my grandmother as she slipped away from us in the hospice bed, because we've had two new additions to the family in the past sixteen months.

Doesn't change the fact that it really fucking sucks that MomMom isn't here with us to enjoy these babies, even though she's up there looking down and smiling.  She still should have been here to hold them as soon as they were born, to spoil them with her awesome MomMom-love and to threaten them with the paca-paca if they get out of line.  It is not fucking fair.