This slippery footage captures the moment when my heart was breaking but the sky refused to let me stay alone β€οΈ
My maternal grandmother had a stroke last year and she died this year. I was devastated and probably the most depressed I've ever been. But when I was at her home and clicked pictures of every corner there, I realised that she'll truly never leave. She'll stay in the overgrown walnut tree of her garden, in the walls and doors of the very home she stayed in most of her life, in the clouds that will rain on her house, in the sun that will shine there every day, in all the bugs and flies that find refuge near the lawn's bulb during the night and especially in my heart for as long as I'm alive.
I still miss her so much that sometimes even a single chore feels debilitating. I still pick up my phone every evening to call her, only to remember that she'll not pick up anymore. I still love her more than anything even though all I've left of her are memories. I just wish I had more time with her but I'm still grateful for the years she was the center of my life. I don't think I've ever felt at home since I left her place at four years of age, and since she's not there anymore, I don't think I ever will again.
I love you, I miss you and I hope you're in a better place, Nani. My whole life until now I would've died for you, but now that you're gone, I'll do the difficult part and live for you.


















