Chapter 1
Dear Diary, hello my name is Alex, I am just a girl, a 15 year old girl, now nobody knows me, nobody knows who I am but it also seems as if a lot of people will after I write this, I hope people don't read my diary.. But it seems as such a good idea to write my feels so here it goes.
I'm a girl in a shitty town called.. Well I won't share that information, but you understand I live in a shitty place. Now I know your probably thinking it can't be that bad, well let me tell you about my week.
My great grandma had just died, she died days ago, and this is the chapter in my life I will talk about on this page. I was close to my great grandma, her name was granny Donna, Donna Fitzhugh. She was the most beautiful and sweet woman I could ever know.
Now, I will say she was 92 years old, and we knew it was going to come, we knew it was going to happen soon, but it hurt everyone when it finally happened...
The story starts where I was laying on my bed and I was listening to music, me and my dad got into a little argument before we heard the news but I was calming down. Then my dad came in with tears in his eyes and his voice cracking when he said "she's gone.. Granny passed away.."
When I heard that all I could say was "what.. The.. Fuck.." I was having a bad week, and it just felt like another nail in my coffin (no pun intended..) Sorry had to do it.
I hugged my dad and sat in my room while my dad went outside to talk to the neighbors who had came from out of town, meanwhile while he was out there I kept listening to my music and I started crying.
Every day after that we would go over to granny Donna's and spend time with family, saying hi to everyone who came including family friends and all family from out of town who decided to come for this tragedy.
We spent a nice few days together, and I got closer to my great grandma's caretaker Joan, Joan was a angel.. Me and her instantly clicked, she was so sweet but she is leaving soon, she's leaving Wednesday to go to another client, it hurts to see her go.
I tried to spend as much time with family and Joan as I could before the funeral, and then the funeral finally came.. We didn't go to a church or anything we just went to the graveyard and listened to a preacher talk and one of my cousins or aunts speak. There was so many people that were there, but not everyone. And that made me upset. It made me happy to know grandma had passed to go see my great grandpa wherever he is, they're living together now, and they will never be separated again.
Loss is hard, loss is difficult, but loss brings people together in the saddest moments of life, and if you think of it in a good way, then maybe it won't hurt as much, at least I tried to think positive, it worked but it wasn't as good as I thought it would be.
Anyways, I'm rambling, becoming my own preacher, goodbye diary. Page 2 coming soon.
