I miss my grandmother so much sometimes. I often feel like she was the first person, and for a long time, the only person in my family to get me. She was the person I looked to and thought, "Oh, I do belong here." I like to think that she's still watching out for me.
Losing people throughout your life even if it's not to death still feels the same. A part of you dies depending on how much that person meant to you when you find out they weren't the person they portrayed themselves to be.