I can't even begin to tell you how hard the last month has been for me. When my grandma passed away on the 13th of December, I thought I was handling it really well. Strange thing is, and maybe it's just because I'm starting to realize that she really is gone, things are harder. I find myself wanting to cry randomly a lot and picturing her face those last few days. I'm so glad I was there with her, but it just hurts so bad. I hope she's in a good place. I'm trying to talk myself out of feeling guilty of the little things that I wish I would have said or done for her.

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-Brittany Brydahl