You are not alone

It's times like these that I really miss my grandmother. I miss standing in her doorway. She would be reading a book and just look over at me and then raise the covers. I would smile and crawl into bed with her. Usually she would rub my ear or run her fingers through my hair while she read. I would always fall asleep before she turned the light off.
I also remember, when I was little, how her and I would go for walks around dusk. We found a locust one time and she told me how they crawl out of shells that they leave behind on trees. Everytime I see one I think of our walks.
I wish there was a pill you could take to go to sleep and when you woke up everything would be ok. Everything would be sorted out, smoothed over, taken care of.