gone

My Godfather is dead.

My Grandmother has outlived one of her children. And she may be losing her Faith. In everything.

I am leaving for New Mexico tomorrow. To see friends. To see family. To see her. To see the sunrise again. To restore the desert to my spirit. To put my shoulder under my grandma's. To see...to see many things, old and new.

I knew he would die today. I saw it. I see too much. It hurts to see. Because how do you show what so often only you can see? How do you share a burden that others cannot feel the weight of?

You don't. You grow stronger.