Hello everyone!

I lost my grandpa on Mother's day, almost 4 months ago, and so far my family and I are coping in any way we can. We loved him so much, he was present in every part of our lives and we were thankful for his constant precence.

I lived with him since I was born (I'm 22 yo) so he was like a father to me, and he was also my best friend. We had a special bond, we were partners in crime.

His death was the very first personal loss I ever experienced and I'm thankful that overall I've felt in peace because I know he is in a better place, and I'm sure he's watching over me... but recently I can't deal with the fact that I can't simply go to his room and have a talk with him. It's a silly little thing but when it comes to my mind that I'll never hear his voice again it just breaks my heart and I start crying.

I talk to him constantly, but it's just not the same.

I miss him so much, and I can't believe I'll have to live the rest of my life without him. I feel like I lost an integral part of who I am.