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We went to visit Grandma's grave today.
I can't believe it's already been 10 years.
I was twelve.
It was Veteran's Day.
Grandma had been in the
hospital for a couple weeks.
We knew she was in her last days.
Dad stayed overnight with her
while Mom and I came home
to sleep.
I slept in my dad's spot
in bed with my mom.
I fell fast asleep.
I had a dream.
I saw grandma's face.
It was coming towards me.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
The phone rang and woke me up
from my peaceful dream.
I looked at the clock.
It was 4:02 in the morning.
My dad was on the other end.
He told my mom that Grandma
had just passed.
He said he saw her take her last breath.
and when she exhaled,
she smiled.
Grandma went into a nursing home
when I was young.
She suffered from Alzhemier's.
And soon after, lung cancer.
I have fond memories of
Dad dancing with her in the dining room.
She loved to dance.
After she fell and broke her hip,
she was confined to a wheel chair.
I remember taking her for walks outside
and holding her hand as Dad pushed her.
I've come to know what kind
of a person Grandma was through
my parents and my older sister.
She's a lady that I strive to be like.
She loved Jesus Christ with all
of her heart.
Sometimes I feel like she's with me.
Today I looked down at Grandma's grave,
buried with Grandpa who died before I was born.
And sighed.
Grandma is not underneath this grave stone.
She's up in heaven.
Save a place for me, Grandma.
I'll be there soon.
Love.
-Your Granddaughter.
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