I Miss You

My grandmother was one of those people that always dressed to impress, although she never put to much weight in people's opinions. She would have been 77 this year.

I felt the day arrive, where it would finally be final
The goose bumps in my skin helped marking the arrival
Two limo's arrived and we running late
Typical CP time we like make people wait
And I'm sure that you, grams, wouldn't expect any less
Cause you passed on that feeling of pride from looking our best
So as we filled out the house all dressed in black
High heels, dresses, and slacks style demanding respect
It wasn't about personal swag it was in honor of your image
For taking pride in your appearance, from start to finish
The ride to the funeral was jokes and smiles
Cause we knew you'd been down for a while, and weren't suffering now
But don't think we didn't mourn cause that far from the truth
Cause there are days I wake up and still expect to you

And the pictures, the pictures from that day often shake me
Cause the sadness in my brother's eyes are enough to break me
Tears start to fall sporadically
And I lose my grip on gravity
I feel like God must have been made at me
Cause loosing you was a tragedy...

Then I shake from self pity, and think of myself silly
Grip my hand to my heart cause I know that you're still with me
Thought some days I weep
Hear bells in my sleep
My days are not bleak
And the pain is less deep

I'd be a lie to say you're not dearly missed
And what I know we'd all give to give you one last kiss
Just know that March 31st we'll be styled our best
Not for personal swag, we're just showing respect