Lately I have been stressed out about my job, and I will refrain from saying anything further on the topic. My love life which of recent has proved to be non-existent and finally my family. My grandma, who I am very close to being her only grandchild fell and suffered a blood clot to her brain. At first she was fine - Worried that she would not be able to make her hair appointment, but as the blood started to spread within her brain she fell into a coma-like state and then passed away. Emotion comes in waves and I feel how one might if they were diagnosed Bi-Polar. My friends have been a wonderful support, but even with all their love and cheers, I have never felt more alone. It’s funny, I always thought that when you lose someone close to you, time suddenly stops, but as you very well know - it keeps on going. And it’s hard to keep up at times.
|Grandma and I - Summer 2010|
|Therapy Run indeed|