Sometimes I wish so many people hadn’t have left. That’s a lie, really, sometimes I just wish all the people who should have been in my life would’ve been there in the first place.
It’s hard to grieve for a woman who should be called “granny” but didn’t care for your dad or you at all. It’s even weirder when she dies and your dad is devastated and you know you’re going to her funeral – but only…









