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Author: Kristi Lynn

Category: Book, Contemporary, Romance

Status: Full

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Camryn“When you love a person and they become a memory, that memory becomes one of your greatest treasures” – Author Unknown SHATTERED. THAT IS the only word I can use to describe my current state. The weight and pressure residing on my chest can only be described as a broken heart. Losing my Gigi, the only living relative I know of, has left me feeling fractured. Gutted. Alone. I am essentially an orphan, with no family to speak of, and at thirty-two years old, that is a tough pill to swallow. I had always enjoyed being an only child, but I am wishing—now more than ever—I had some siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, anyone really to help me deal with the gravity of this loss. As I stare down at the woman who raised me, I feel a sense of dread wash over me. How am I supposed to live the rest of my life alone? It is a morbidly sad thought, and I am not quite sure I can truly even comprehend what it means at the moment. After hours of greeting guests who came to pay tribute to my Gigi, I asked the funeral director for a few minutes alone to say goodbye to the very best person I have ever known. He granted me the time and I feel like I have been standing here over her casket for an eternity. Today was her wake and then she will be taken to be cremated. Instructions were in place for me to add her ashes to the urn at home with my gramps and then bury them together. She planned this all out and I am following her instructions to the letter. She wanted a wake, and then a huge party to celebrate her life. This request doesn’t surprise me as she was always a social butterfly. However, the person lying within this casket doesn’t even resemble my beloved Gigi, the only mother I have ever known. Her body withered away to nothing as the cancer overtook her. Cancer. Fuck that evil word. God, how I hate that fucking word and everything it stands for. Death. Destruction. Ripping families apart. Taking loved ones too soon. It took my sweet, loving grandmother and made her unrecognizable. Just bones and skin. I hate funeral homes. Always have. They all look the same and all have a very distinct scent to them. ...

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