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Published: May 2008
She always made me one for holidays
She knew it was my favorite and hers
Was by far the best.
I was with her when she first got sick
Taking care of her I wasn't ready to loose her yet.
Giving her a bath and curling
Always looking so beautiful and
Hiding her pain.
I wish I had been there
My life always so busy.
I was still hoping
For years not months.
I went to her in the night.
Holding her hand
And lying by her side.
Fighting back tears
When things got bad knowing for her this I had to do.
She didn't want tears we had talked when she
First got sick.
Be strong she was going to the Lord.
She wasn't afraid to go.
She lived a life full of love.
Tell me to remember our times together and that she would
Always be in my heart.
She will see me again when it was my turn.
I will never forget the last week with my grandma.
Taking care of her
And having memories to last me till I see her again.
We had such a
Special last day together.
Lots of hugs and kisses wishing this wouldn't end.
I wasn't there when she left.
I was only gone a week.
Trying not to feel guilty I wasn't there to hold her hand.
She would have not changed it.
Such a giving woman never thinking of herself.
My grandma is gone now.
I have to go through life now figuring it out by myself. No more wisdom to give.
How shall I live with out her?
The family just won't be the same.
I look at her pictures and see her smile.
I know she is looking down at me.
She does not hurt she is with our loved ones.
I hope grandma will still send me pies from heaven.