Elizabeth just blah...
I just got back to the city from being back in Ohio. My grandmother died. She was my father’s mother. It was the first funeral I’ve been to since my father’s. The whole family kept saying, “we miss him so much” or “we really wish your dad was still here…” I just wanted to say “no shit” “i wish he was here too…” It’s been almost five years. I wish I could tell him about what I’ve been doing. I just got my first “real job” outside of the restaurant industry. I’m using my degree and thinking about going to graduate school. I miss him. Why can’t I get over it?

