Her name was June, and died of ovarian cancer almost a month ago. She was my hero, and my champion. She was all that a little girl could ask for in a grandmother. I miss her more than i could ever imagine. She was the only person who was always there for me, and always found something to praise me about. She told the same stories over and over again, but she was so full of life. I just wish i could talk to her again. Now that she is gone, it feels like my life is worthless, like it doesn't matter to anyone if I am here or not, if i do well in school, if I ever accomplish anything or if I fail at everything. It feels as if I don't care about life anymore. I mean what's the point? we're all going to die anyways and this is only our temporary home, so what does it matter? I just wish I could talk to her again about everything that is going on. I miss her so much- i just want to rewind to when i was a little girl and go back to when everything was easy and simple. I was her favorite but now, I am nobody's favorite, it's like i'm fading into the background and nobody cares enough to look around and notice that i'm slowly disappearing. I know that grieving is supposed to get easier with time, but i don't want it to get easier. I just want her back. thats all. Why does it have to be so hard?