Inktober Day 10: Gigantic

Today was an emotionally rough day. We laid my grandfather to rest. Each time the priest said his name during the funeral mass it was like another nail being hammered into my chest reminding me that he's gone, he's gone, he's gone.

Death leaves a gigantic hole behind.

It both helps and hurts that I got to see him the day before he passed but it still feels raw in a way that words can't describe, you know? 

~**~
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