Dear sister, I miss you. I miss my mother too. And my grandparents, on the other side of the planet from me. I always kind of naively think to myself it's ok, this time I've got it, just over a week ago saying goodbye to my sister who had been visiting, who I hadn't gotten to see for a year, who I won't see for another year again. I've done it so many times before with her, or my mom and grandparents, it should be second nature by now. Logically, I feel like I should've had this by now. But I know it's lies, I know there's nothing logical about it. I know every time it happens that initial farewell and days of readjusting back into life without them is impossibly heartbreaking. Just standing among all the shards wondering how much glue it'll take this time. But I'll do it, I always do. I'm grateful I got to spend the time I did. I try to soak up all the moments and make them last forever, make the memories last until next time, but they always go by faster and faster each time. It's almost a blur. Did it even really happen?
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Thank you so much !