I woke up this morning, thanked God then immediately started crying.
I miss you.
You’re still here but the mourning started once you left. It’s just not the same.
Kristie and I will never understand why we couldn’t take care of you. Why you had to be ripped from our lives and stuck in that desolate, cold place.
“Grandma you don’t deserve that!”
You supported 3 generations in that house. When anyone needed a place to go your door was always open. You gave more than you received, and loved us endlessly.
Regardless of past faults, I accept you.
See my other cousins all had families, so they can’t cherish you the way I do, but you raised me and my brother while our parents ran the streets.
You will always be my Queen.
When you lost your husband, who was there to hold you up?
When you suffered a series of strokes, and your dementia set in-it wasn’t easy but there’s no place I would have rather been.
Even when you accidentally set yourself on fire, I still felt capable of providing you with the best comfort.
So maybe this is just a selfish way to say I did not want you to go. Its been a year, I’m not as angry as I was and maybe that is the best place for you to be…
Don’t worry if its not, nothing can keep me from you.