I have been thinking about my grandmother a lot in the last two days. Memories of her will surface for no apparent reason, totally out of the blue. (I think it is because I have been working on my tattoo lately and the last part I added was in honor of her.)
This morning I woke up at 6am and couldn't go back to sleep because, among other things, I was thinking of her and how she affected my life.
Just now Kyllian started asking me questions about her and when she died!
The kid has a creepy way of knowing what I am feeling.
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