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#My Life As A Human - Dearly Departed.

This weekend I took some much needed time for myself. It's been a pretty hectic year and sometimes we get so caught up in our day to day life that we forget how important it is to take a breathe-er. To get clarity and perspective. To regenerate your soul. And thank God I did, because this morning, I woke up in a funk. I couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why, but my trusty phone sent me a reminder. It reminded me that this Friday, Nov. 8th would be the anniversary of my Grandma's passing... And thus my thoughts and feelings were brought to light.
Her name was Alice. And she was a wonderful gift. May she know how much she was loved and how much she is missed.

Ode to Alice

There are moments, days, that I think of you and your smile. Your words. Your elegance, and I feel this pit in my stomach.
This ache in my chest.
This awareness....
This feeling...
You're not here anymore.
And I miss you. I realise that I miss you.
And for those moments, those days, I'm a little sad, a little heart broken... Yet still I smile, beacause I'm not mad at you. I just miss you.

Love you Grandma.

-Y. Salmon

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