Moving forward

An empty space that my grandmother left behind is still very present and I think it will always be there. It is simply not the same anymore to come to her empty house and she is no longer there. She is not lying on her bed, not sitting by the fire or by the table...she is not cooking anymore and not asking how am I. Her presence is very strong though I can see her everywhere but I cannot come to terms that her physical body is not there anymore and never will be. The ability to accept this feels impossible at this stage yet I know I have to start somewhere. Move forward. Remember her.