We both realized that you were no longer the sweet, caring Grandmother we had always known. Somewhere along that past year your sanity had slipped away from you.
This is about the relationship you have with yourself — and by virtue, the relationships you forge with everyone else, too.
Ellie was his porcelain doll, a precious toy that he took pleasure in dressing, molding her to his fancy.
If you knew today was the last day your parents would be alive, you would try to relive every moment with them.
Maybe life won’t ever make sense in one specific place. Maybe I won’t ever make sense in one specific place, either.
I missed his booming laugh that I craved but heard so infrequently, but I felt relieved. No more forced once-a-year calls, no more pretending that our relationship was natural and okay as it was. I felt horrible for feeling relieved.
She’s more like a friend than a family member. You’re comfortable talking to her about everything.
From where I am standing in America, it is completely up to me. I can live my life with two doors open that I can walk through anytime of day.
Sometimes I wish I could text you, call you and hear your voice, tell you that I love you.
I usually take the high road, but all I want to do is curse you out. I want to scream at you until my throat is raw. I want to make you understand what I’ve been going through over these past few months.