Death is hard but life is harder

Recently the pillar of our family body left this earth, with her soul still intact we miss our beloved grandmother. Sometimes I cry In the dark but most of the time I cry on the inside. Everyone grieving won’t grieve the same, some will consume enough liquor to ease the pain but when the drink is gone the pain will still be waiting. I’m mostly hurt for the living, my father will bury his mother on his birthday, and the pain will never go away.