When I loss my grandma, it was kinda hard for me because my grandma was like my best friend. Let me back it up a little bit. My grandma died the Summer of 2019. She had texted me and my cousin the night before saying goodnight and that she loved us. I was confused when she died. When I heard the news my heart had dropped, I couldn’t believe what I had heard. I cried, I cried hard. Fast forward time... after her funeral, I lost my faith. I didn’t feel like doing anything, I wasn’t interested in anything anymore. I really didn’t pay attention because I was always thinking. I was thinking why? Why did it have to be my grandma.
I was questioning God, not knowing that my grandma was in a better place, she wasn’t going to be in pain. I was being selfish, only thinking about myself. Well, I’m here to tell you, if you have lost a family member or anyone that you loved, hold on. Keep fighting and don’t let go. Think about it like this, they are not suffering anymore. They are in a great place, they are home with God. Keep pushing.