Grandmother Death Poem

My Nan passed away on March 16, 2012. That was the single most horrible day of my life. My sisters, my cousins, a friend, and I all carried her to her final resting place on the 23rd. We were the first time that the undertakers, of over 25 years in the business, had seen all women carry the coffin. That was one of my proudest moments. My Nan was my best friend. If I had a problem about absolutely anything, she was there. Sometimes she didn't give advice; just a cuddle was all I needed.

Written for Edna Harrison. My Rock. My Hero. My Best Friend.
Miss you more than you will ever know!

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Missing You, Nan

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Published: May 2018

The years will always roll on by
and time will always pass,
but every memory I have of you
will definitely always last.

I like to smile when I think of you.
I try not to be sad.
It's pretty easy to do
with all the good times that we've had.

But sometimes I can't help it,
and memories leak out of my eyes,
and I quickly try to brush them away.
I know you wouldn't want me to cry.

I don't know how it's possible,
but I love you more now than I did then,
and I really cannot wait until
the day that I see you again.

Because, Nan, I know I would take hold of you
and never ever let you go.
Every day that passes by
I miss you more and more.

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