06/08/2025                                                                            
                                    
                                                                            
                                            My heart broke. 
June 8, 2020
3:17 AM. 
Gets rough each year around this time.
I miss you. 
I miss your smile.
I miss your hugs.
I miss your prayers. 
I miss your cooking on first Sunday. 
I miss your laughs. 
I miss your energy. 
I miss your wisdom. 
I miss our conversations. 
I miss the time you gave. 
But I’m thankful for the time we had.
The past 5 years haven’t gotten much easier.
Grief is such a process to deal with. 
At any moment in time, grief can arise. 
Days where I feel fine, then you cross my mind.
Something reminded me of you.
A song. 
A food item. 
A lightning bug. 
A butterfly. 
I’ll smile at your memory. 
And cry at your absence. 
I have to feel everything. 
I can no longer ignore the emotions. 
I’ll get through it.
But i don’t know if I’ll ever be ok.
The Matriarch. 
My grandma. 
Grammie. 
Janice. 
With every marrow. 
I love you. 
- John-Michael