Day 302

Sneak peek of this Friday’s show:

My grandma was found on the floor, with broken glass and a pool of red soda next to her. She never regained consciousness and died a week later.

I was despondent. I couldn’t understand why God had to take her. I sat in my room, angrily writing a letter to God in my journal.

“Why did you have to take her? I hate you for this and I will never forgive you.”