She was like that one bright star in the vast, empty, dark sky that alone made the sky worth watching. You just couldn’t compare any other stars to that one bright star. And now that she is gone, even when the moon appears, the sky looks empty and sad. The sky looks like it is aching to find that missing star it has just lost. The sky keeps on expanding to find that bright star and make it a part of itself again. The sky knows that nothing could fix it up ever again.
[[Dedicated to my grandmother who passed away two months ago.]]