I know that every one dies but after about 5 funerals last year
i dont think i cant take another death. my grandma is my world i love her
i mean you cant help she is such a caring and faithful person
she is smart toght me how
to sow and incureged me to sing as much as i could
she told me storys that wont exscape my mind
she hants me dreams of her death it kills me inside
and i love her oh so much
i would never want to see her in yet another hospital bed
nor would i want to see her on her last bed.
i saw my papaw for the last time on that bed
i dont call it death bed anymore
i call it the last bed because thats the last bed you see them in
its the last bed on earth they will lay and decaye on
and every time i think about i cry and its so hard to show
people there is nothing wrong but now days my sleve is on my sholder
and my grandmas loss of thought and memories sometimes
i think to myself should i ask her if she remembers the times
before i go to sleep her playing with my hari as she tells me
of her amazing history of her long lived life
of almost 80 years. i love her so much she has always been in my life
and when she is gone where will i be???
what will i do???
how will i react???
these are the questions that linger in my mind
but the most important question...
what will my mom do, and how could i help her???
could i help her???