The Weight of Goodbye

They say grief comes in waves, but to me it felt like stepping into the dark and missing a stair. My grandmother Catherine wasn’t just family — she was my anchor, my safe place, my best friend. Her hugs had always felt like home. Standing beside her coffin that afternoon, I felt as though someone had taken away the air I needed to breathe.

The funeral home was quiet, the lighting soft, shadows gently falling across Grandma’s calm face. Her silver hair was styled just the way she always liked it, and someone had placed her beloved pearl necklace around her neck.