I wish you were here with me, tonight

Denial, perhaps.

I don't wish to think about it, at least not for now.
I can't deal with death, I can't deal with losses.

I still think that mama will come back. Mama will tell us she's fine.
Why?

Why does it have to be her? She's the best, best grandmother anyone can have.
Why?

Did they make a mistake? They must have. It shouldn't be her. It should never be her.

I miss you mama, I miss you.