I went to see my aunt's grave yesterday. By far the hardest thing I had to do in a while. It will be eight years this January. In that same January, I lost my grandmother. I was in fourth grade. That was the worst January in my whole life.
I didn't visit my grandmother's grave because her and my aunt are buried in different cemeteries. I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried so many tears yesterday.
I wonder if my aunt Mandy would have had her life straightened out now. She was killed so early in her life. I want her back so bad.
I want my grandma back. She was my protector.
I miss you.
Even now I can see you smile
I can hear you hum
I can hear you sing
And I always can find you again
Even in the dark of night
Even in the lowest light
Even as the world outside
Is spinning, and spinning
Even now I can see you sleep
I can see you dream
I can see you fly
And I always can find you again
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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