Grandma LamayA Poem by Alyssa
Family is the most powerful love there is. It is all you have at the end of the day. The closer you are to you loved ones makes it even harder to say goodbye. Life is extraordinary... you experience love and loss. Happiness and grief, Passion. It is hard to witness a life lost, but worse to see the people you love's hearts shatterd into pieces. You can't do anything, but hug them.. tell them your sorry, that you love them. It is torture to see a grown man cry, from seeing his mother on her death bed, after never visiting her. It hits him like a brick wall. Or to see the usual family clown start to sob, one you cant imagine to see crying. Its hard to see your grandpa, who always is innocent, sweet.. and kind comfort his wife who has lost her mother, have tears leak form his eyes from her pain. There was love in the atmosphere, a bond. A new bond that we havent shared. This brought us closer together. Her family feud at an end, her 11 brothers and sisters were at peace. As they all watched their mother use her last breath. They hugged and weeped, held on to eachother like they would float away too. Love is strong, which can bring the closest family you may ever lay your eyes on. And love is what makes you live, what makes you die, what makes you cry.. what makes you laugh, what makes you strong, what makes you share hugs and kisses... what makes you there, in that cramped little hospital room full of 20 people, who love and care for eachother with enough passion to make anything in this whole world possible. R.I.P Great-Grandma Lamay. The suffering is gone, all is well.
We'll be okay :)<3 © 2009 AlyssaAuthor's Note
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