It seems too awful to be believed.
In fact, I tell myself it isn't true. It can't be true. And yet, this morning my dad called me with a phone call so heartbreakingly similar to one I received just a couple weeks ago.
My grandma--my beloved, beautiful, precious grandma who lived next door to me--passed away unexpectedly this morning.
The funeral is next Friday, where I will sing yet another song, watch another slide show, stand by another plot of grass. The pastor who officiated at Monday's funeral will also officiate at next Friday's funeral. I have lost both my grandmas this month, making October 2009 this worst month ever.
I am filled with so much grief, I can hardly breathe.