Gramma

The humanness of death…life isn’t forever…I stare at the wall…I hear her voice . I am fine sometimes….then I get in my car. I would always call grandma when I was driving alone in my car. Who am I going to call now for those notable conversations – who knows me and accepts like she did?? She was always so happy when we called… she gave loving advice with soft laughter ...and sometimes biting sarcasm if she didn’t agree with what you were saying… but it was engaging and wonderful and now it’s gone! I feel very alone now…. “Don’t be sad,’” grandpa told me; 'but it’s okay grandpa, to be sad and cry for her', I don’t want to pretend; it’s barely been a month. I drive by the hospital on my way home each day and my stomach knots up into a hollow ache. I wish that hospital didn’t exist. Regret, grief, longing, missed . I loved to be in the same room with her ~ she made everyone feel at ease. She constantly reminded us to look for the good in others and overlook the bad; and in so many respects she was right. I try every day.

Remember Me
To the living, I am gone,

To the sorrowful, I will never return,

To the angry, I was cheated,

But to the happy, I am at peace,

And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot speak, but I can listen.

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.

So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea--

As you look upon a flower and admire it's simplicity--

Remember Me.

Remember me in your heart.

Your thoughts, and your memories,

Of the times we loved,

The times we cried,

The times we fought,

The times we laughed.

For if you always think of me,

I will never have gone.