On Death of My Grandmother

I lost my grandmother today.

The dinner tasted different after I received the news, but I continued to eat because I have to continue to live.

I ate Clementines after the meal, and it felt so real.

I watched Prison Break as I planned, because I needed to keep my mind off of the loss.

I haven’t washed the dishes because I can’t stop thinking about her death.

I haven’t cried, because now I know what people mean when they say their mind went blank.

I can’t think.  I can’t feel.  I don’t understand.

All I know is, I’m alive and she’s gone.

The news is too fresh to tell you what it means.