It was a little poem I wrote for my grandmother, Who passed away years ago. It was three years after that i got over it enough to move on with my life.
Dear Grandma,
I know that you are happy now.
But I've been thinking about what I'm to do.
As I look over these fields with cows.
I just don't have the darnedest clue.
The old saying," Life is hard and then we die," Sometimes gives the meaning that death is a good thing. Grandma since your death: I'm trying not to cry. I need to stop wishing that I could've or should've been for you or saved you. I know now I don't have to regret everything I've done. But I shouldn't forget everyone I've met.
Grandma, I miss you. I hope you are pleased. Don't worry about me. I'll be alright for now, Just you wait and see.
With a gentle soul and a loving heart.
A tender, loving goodbye do which I, Your granddaughter depart.
This is a sweet loving poem, that a miserable three years of pain brought out. Please keep your comments in kind words. It took alot for me to share this.
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It's lovely. I'm sure she loves it also. Everything you said is so true. Your words convey your loss perfectly and describes perfectly what anyone who has lost anther goes through afterwards. Great job.