one

it's been one week

we are all trying to grasp what week one was like, how we all processed, where we all are

as i am trying to figure out this world without frankers

my world is far less bright and it feels dimmer

a dark cloud has been looming and as much as i want to ignore it and carry on, i can feel the darkness creeping in

i can feel my heart, still broken, gasping for air

i can feel my mind avoiding the idea, the conversation, the thoughts, the feelings

the flood hasn't come

but i am ready for when it does.

i am so lucky to mourn a man as phenomenal as my grandfather

i am so grateful for every sliver of memory, story, or emotion that others share of the man i will always admire

he was larger than life, and he will always be.

Lord, help me cling to the good, always. what a reflection of your love he was to me