one of my grandma’s last wishes was that we wouldn’t lay her to rest without making her look pretty. she said ‘promise you’ll make me look beautiful when it’s my time,’ and today my mom and I kept that promise. we spent 3.5 hours in the morgue, just the three of us, making sure she was cared for the way she wanted. I know she’d be pleased, but the flashbacks keep coming… the setting, the stillness, the reality of it. I’ve never witnessed anything like this in my life. 💔
you can be loyal and pure in heart,
yet still be punished
for ghosts you never summoned.
love turns cruel
when someone keeps seeing you
through the wounds others left.
I won’t be punished
for a life I never lived,
nor be disrespected
for
actions that were never mine.