screaming, "I MISS HER TOO!"
It became painfully clear I will never be able to be sad about my grandmother's death at my parents.
Instead, I looked away. And I shut down. I will never be able to be sad about my grandmother's death in the company of some of my relatives again. I will forever be stifling my feelings in their presence.
It's not fair.
There is just too much sadness there, leaving little room for my own.
