Heartbreak, pain, regret, loves lost, these are what’s supposed to make me a better writer. It’s not enough to read about hurt, you have to live and taste it.

People have been asking me all day how I feel. How I’m holding up and my answer is always the same. “I’m doing fine.” I’ve been preparing myself for this day but what I didn’t count on is the images in my head.

When I close my eyes I see my grandfathers face. It’s more than that though, I see moments from when he was healthy and happy.

I tell people I’m okay but I’m not sure if that’s true. I don’t like the night as much anymore, it’s too quiet.