The day he left....

The day he left turned my entire world upside down. I'm referring to my "Gaga". He passed away this last year on March 21, 2015 from a massive heart attack. It completely and totally shocked us all. I'm still dealing with the shock 10 months later. Some days, I'm doing good. Other days, I'm grieving like no other. You would think I would have this whole grieving thing down pat, but that's just not the case. If I've learned anything in 35 years it's that every loss/death is different no matter if the love of the individuals was in comparison.

The day he left was a regular, ordinary day. He and nana was visiting our house. We had country fried ham and Gaga's world famous biscuits (okay, I thought they were the best in the world) for brunch that day. Nana was helping me with some packing, and Gaga was watching some tv. He hadn't been feeling well, but we just thought it was his normal breathing issues. Next thing I know, he was gone. That fast. So fast that I couldn't even comprehend it. So fast that I still haven't comprehended it.

No words could explain just how much he meant to me. He was the one that I looked up to for so many years. The one that NEVER let me down, ever. He was at every surgery I had, every party I threw, and on the end of every phone call that I made needing him. He was my rock. He made everything better. Now, I'm struggling to find a sense of normalcy. To be honest, he is why I've pushed through, because I know that's exactly what he would want me to do.

The day he left, a part of me left too...