a letter to my grandpa.

you died last tuesday.
fuck.
it hasnt hit me yet. like at all.
i sat at your funeral and my eyes were dry.
i was sad, yea, but not properly.
and i cant say i have an idea of what to do.
i miss you though,
even though i dont realize you're dead.
im still sad.
you used to tell me how great i was.
i'm not.
you were.
and i love you.
and i miss you.
thanks for the doll house.