Of loss

     We lost our granny today. I don't remember the last time my mom cry as much as she did today, neither I remember the last time I choke back so same tears. I don't dare to say anything to my mom. I want to tell her "It will be Ok", "Life goes on" or something like it but I don't dare. Because I simply have no means to understand her pain. And if I were in her place I would be offended if someone were to say such things. I guess that's the irony of it all. One loses a loved one, someone that means the world to us, someone who is our life, who is our world but life just goes on. People just say "I'm sorry" or that they feel our pain yet their life goes on, the same as yesterday and the day before that. But when the world becomes empty and obsolete, the last fucking thing you wanna hear is that life goes fucking on (even if indeed it does). I'm not making any sense that I know but right now I just hurt; for my mom and because I lost my granny today. I JUST HURT.