I jerk awake every twenty minutes or so. I’m agitated and anxious. My legs feel like they need to move or they just might walk off without me. What is this??
Tonight when I got home from work, I received a big yellow envelope from my Grandma in Alaska. In it contained some gift cards and two smaller white envelopes with “Papa” and “Craig” written on them, father and son. I knew the contents would be their ashes. I couldn’t bring myself to open them for a few hours because somehow, even though it’s almost been a year, it would make their deaths much more real to me. I call and talk to my grandma at least twice a week and I still expect to hear my papa answer the phone. He would always say;
“Well, how Miss Mandy be today? You wanna talk to the old biscuit?”