Every time you lose a beloved person, it feels as though one of your roots is cut off.
There are smaller roots, thinner roots and then there are big ones, thick ones, roots that are vital for your existence.
My grandparents  are that kind of roots, indispensable, unimaginable  to live without.
When those roots are cut off, the pain is nerve wrecking, the loss insufferable.
My tree shakes, it feels less sturdy against forceful  winds.
But, I  will stand my ground, for i have planted a new seed that i have to support, protect and help blossom.
I have to give it enough love so that in turn when it starts loosing its  roots, it will be able to stand tall and continue to grow, sprouting  new roots in order to stand firmly once more.