lutka moja

Today we went to my aunts grave. It was such a beautiful day. It was cold and crisp but the sun was shining as bright as it possibly could. All I could think about was what was the weather like a year ago? Was the sun shining? What was the sky doing? Death is such a scary thing and when I think about it too much I completely trip myself out. All I know is my aunt is in a better place and that’s what brings me peace.