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Heartbreak.

If you look up the word heartbreak in the dictionary, it is defined as crushing grief, anguish, or distress.

If you ask anyone about heartbreak, they’ll likely tell you about a lying, cheating, son of a gun - that they loved too much.

My first experience with heartbreak was one I’ll never forget. It was the day my Granny died.

Crushing grief was an understatement.

I was 18. My first summer out of high school was closing in, and I was weeks away from my freshman year at Middle Tennessee State. It was a normal day, and I was driving with my boyfriend at the time to go grab a burger from five guys.

Half way to lunch, I received a phone call from my dad asking what I was doing and to pull the car over to talk. And so I did.

He broke the news and it broke my little heart.

She was my best friend, and the last time I had seen her would be the last time I ever saw her again.

With everyday that I grow older, I can’t help but wonder how the only thing missing is her.

I don’t have kids yet but I often grieve that they’ll never experience my granny.

They’ll never get her fried chicken at midnight, or pass her her lighter, or sit on the edge of her couch chair and play silly made up games or go through photo albums with her time and time again.

But lucky for me, I did - and I’ll share the stories.

She would have been 78 today. In two days, she’ll have been gone for 12 years.

I miss you girl. I hope you know that. xx