Delicate Line My grandfather passed away one week ago today. The hardest part for me as a teenager was holding both my breath and my mother as I could hear her painful cries in my ear. It was complicated to understand, this being the first death in the family. And it opened a lot of doors of thought for me.. About the lines between #life and death that is. That phone call was literally to tell her that his pulse had stopped and his breathing faded completely, it was emotionally for her to find the beginning of closure. But all I saw in my mothers eyes was suffering. I couldn't quite make sense of how this all came to be, how we live to love those who we will only lose eventually. It's going to take some getting used to not having him around but I worry most about my mom.. Because I'm afraid because I know that if she were to grow ill then I would be next to suffer a loss.. What a tormenting cycle.