Grief is a rat bastard. It likes to pop up and sucker punch you when you least expect it. Sometimes, it feels like it will sink you to the bottom of the ocean and other times it feels like that nagging thought that you are missing something.
Today marks 6 years without my uncle. I lost my grandma in March of this year and her birthday would have been next week. It’s a one-two punch of loss and pain.
What I would give to talk to my uncle and my grandma about the sharp left turn my life took and the upcoming loss of my arm. I am sure they would have thrown an arm around my shoulders and told me I will rock a prosthetic. They both met so many obstacles in their lives and never let anything hold them down. They were full of life and joy, no matter what.
I wish I could sit with them and learn from them for so many more years…but they are gone. Both had a slow fade and then were gone. Even 6 years later, I wish I knew how to say goodbye. But I don’t.
Sir William and Grandma, I miss you something fierce. I hope to see you again in the big hereafter. Love you…
Jewels from the Dark 
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