Dear Diary, i came back, i remembered something important.
Today is my grandfather's birthday, and on days like this, grief seems to become a part of us, like a pet we feed every day.
I like to remember him as a light, a huge, bright light that extinguishes any trace of darkness that exists. I remember when I was ten years old and he took me to the movies, bribing people to let me in because I wanted to see a horror film that was far from suitable for someone my age.I remember traveling with him to other cities, listening to music that I barely understood but enjoyed hearing him sing,and I remember the day I had the courage to tell him that I liked girls, and how he welcomed me and said, "It's okay, I love you the same way, but don't tell your grandmother if I'm not by your side, she might not react very well, but I'll be there."
Six years ago I lost him, and I believe I lost a part of myself with him. Something like an important piece that should still be here. I feel guilty for not having fully moved on, for sometimes wishing he would return, even if only in dreams. I should let him go, but the longing makes you lose your senses a little.