It's been more than a year since my grandma passed away... my grandfather passed away 7 years ago...

I just wanted to share this with the world: the fact that when I was a child, I visited my grandparents all the time. We sat every afternoon at the patio and discussing every single thing that came to our heads...

When the sky turned dark blue I remember telling her that I strongly dislike this color but I don't know why...

She was amazed by the fact that such a beautiful color was not likeable to me... today it came to me... it brings me melancholy... a color followed by darker ones showing us that another day is over and total darkness will come... and life comes to an end with darkness...

I cannot believe that I can't ever live this again with them... God, all these memories I have and they are going back and forth in my head every single day the minute I see this color in the sky and I can't stop thinking after this color fades away...

What I'm proud of is the fact that I always enjoyed all these moments with them. With all my family... every.single.time...

I gained all this love from them and I pray to God that I will live to their age and be half as good as them and live similar moments with my children and grandchildren...

Sorry to transfer my emotions to you who read this... I just needed to write all these thoughts down to make myself feel better...