The morning snuck in like a thief enveloped in fog and stole something precious from my life. It took my pillar of wisdom and my lighthouse - it took my grandma.
It is impossible to explain the special connection we shared, just as it is impossible to measure the void this morning left in my life. As she always did, granny packed for this journey quickly and exited quietly, closing the door behind. And me - I was too far away for one more hug, for a pat on hand, for kiss, for tears.
I should be happy for her. Her greatest fear was to be stricken down, bedridden and dependant of someone else for all the little things in life she loved so much. Blessedly, the same brutal force which stroke her down, took her away in only few days. I wish I could be less selfish and stop wishing that she could stay. I wish I could stop missing her so.
So many words I want to write, so many things I want to tell her, but no words can bring her back. Instead, I will celebrate many years of her love and understanding, and even if the celebration starts with tears, she would forgive me. I know for certain that she left knowing how much she is loved.
The keystone is gone, but the foundation of love, of the things she taught me and the memories will stand as long as I stand.
Bon voyage, Baka.
