I woke up feeling a bit sad today. I miss my Grandpa. It has always been like this for me. Whenever something big happens in my life especially in a bad way, mornings hit me the worst. I guess it’s because you wake up to your reality and know that no, you aren’t dreaming at all. It isn’t a nightmare you can get up from. Then I went outside and it's such a quiet, quiet place. I guess I'm not so used to a quiet house.

*Sigh. Afternoons are better, I guess.