<<65>> The Project

I don't know how I would have coped with her death if Kyle was not with me every step of the way.

There were days I didn't feel like getting up. There were days I wanted to die. There were days I wanted everyone to die as a sacrifice for Grammy to come back to me. 

I remember the night after her gloomy funeral, I woke up next to Kyle and I started laughing. I laughed so hard and told him just how terrible Grammy was at jokes. I insisted she was alive, sleeping soundly in the next room. When Kyle reminded me she was dead, I slapped his cheek and hopped out of bed. I sauntered to the kitchen and made two cups of coffee. Mine and Grammy's. I knocked on her room and when she didn't answer, I just pushed the door open. I put the two cups of coffee on the side table and sat on her empty bed. It broke my heart when I saw her bed cold,