There's something about silence that feels deafening when you're drowning in grief. That's why I've had my ear buds plugged in for the whole plane ride back to Louisiana.
I need the noise. I need the distraction.
Every second I spend in silence feeds the guilt that's been eating me alive. I can't help but feel like it's my fault she's gone. I shouldn't have made her move to Baltimore with me. I knew she was unhappy.
She was miserable.
I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing those thoughts away. I have to stay strong and give her the farewell she deserves. After that, I can fall apart.
The past two days have been a blur. Thankfully, grandma took care of all of her final affairs a long time ago when grandpa passed away. The only thing I had to do was see that things were carried out as she wi
