Almost 3 months have passed since I lost my grandma. Even thinking of her hurts. I can't help but wonder if she is okay. I have tears in my eyes as I write these lines. It hurts to see the bed empty, even if she was sick, she was there. Maybe it's selfish from me to say that, but she is not there anymore and I wish she was. I read somewhere that grief has 7 stages. I really don't know what stage I am in, but it hurts.
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