Death

Sometimes I wish I could have an open conversation with people and explain my feelings for the sake of explaining them. I know the outcome all ready so it’s not to make them react in a certain way. Just to get it off my chest.

I tend to think in terms of death. Let me explain.

Lately I’ve been paranoid about my grandmother passing away. So when I see her I tell her how much I love her. I make sure she hears me. I hug her and take my time. Even though I’m sure she knows how I feel, I’d probably go into a depression if she passed and I hadn’t told her recently that she’s the only person who understands me that deeply.

I’ve been meaning to tell this to my parents and brother but that’s a bit more complicated and extremely difficult.