Grandma in Peace

If I could talk to you again, I would be happy. To see your smiling face breathing through your nose with an oxygen tank. I’m sure you’re looking at me, hurting,┬ábut I know I’m going to brighten your days while you sit in heaven resting. Only better days will come for your Lil Star Doll, the one you bought everything.

Your retirement home days made me feel your pain, being paralyzed and not being able to walk. I’m sure your body tired of it, all stressed and ready to go to peace. Experiencing you in there felt like the death of me. And I truly cherish what kind of grandma I had. Just that day on the 107 bus wondering if it was your last day . . . getting that call from my mom telling me you weren’t here any more.