Losing my grandmother

A week after I came to the cottage my grandmother died without me having seen her one last time. Her passing coloured my whole vacation in somewhat grayish tones. I know she was old an' all, but I loved her and I was hard hit. The second most important woman in the 'forming of me' is gone, forever, and that, my friends is a morsel that hard to chew. I've felt abandoned... I know she's in a good place where there's no pain and no heartache... Baba, pocivala u miru bozjem.