Emily Chapel

Grams

I can’t even think about her without that ache in my chest becoming so powerful it’s hard to breathe. It’s been six months since her passing and the ache hasn’t dulled — in fact the fullness of her “gone-ness” has only grown as time goes on and I realize that I will never again see her wrinkled face, smell her magic in the kitchen, or feel the strong safety of her hugs. I thought she’d always be around like she’d always been around. Even when we said goodbye I didn’t realize it was goodbye — I wish I had because I would have held her longer.