Everything is vague, life is pointless but I hold it dear.
Today I almost lost my meme (grandmother), and one of my favorite people alive, because her heart decided that it didn’t felt like beating anymore. Today I cried my eyes out outside of the hospital because of all the things I still wanted to tell her, when it seemed like she wouldn’t pull through. Today I heard my grandmother laughing, and then I heard her nearly leaving life. Today I held the hand of the strongest and bravest woman alive (barely alive), who told me it’d be alright. Today reminded me.
This is life happening, it’ll fuck you up.