I did not have a lot left in my life.
Even before Grim, there was very little.
There was my father. My mother. And ballet.
I lost ballet. I lost my father. And I lost Grim and my mother on the same day.
My mind… my body… simply couldn’t take it anymore.
It was too much.
Everything was too much.
I heard my mother take her last breath, saw the way she looked at me— so full of love, even in her final moments. And then I saw it leave her. The light. The life. The warmth that made her my mother.
The woman that loved to bake, who loved to take care of everyone, supported everyone, but most especially me.
My mother was my biggest fan, my cheerleader, the one that loved me at my best but loved me even more at my worst. She had always understood me, put me first without expecting anything
