death was foreign, for me before two years..
the blow is hard and the ace is severe yrs hav passed since my great mommy's death..i still remba each n every moment of the day..how things wen wid the feeling tht the lost one won cum bc..how i cried nytes begging god fur jx a meeting wid granny..writing letters (still wid in me) knwing nu1 cud make to reply all ws i dunu wht...tht day i learnt tht death is so hard to explain
my grandma ws realie mur thn grand.. grand!.i cn still feel the pain wid the same intensity wen she left..i still remba the tym wen we were in the hospital me n my mum were in the room my mum standing abit far frm the bed n i I sat down so her open eyes could see mine. I looked into her eyes and rubbed her hand i told her that I loved her. When I saw that she was spending a great deal of effort to speak, I told her she didn't need to say anything. I kissed her forehead. everybody ws in a lull..the nex day very early morning the news came to us me n my sis were togather in r room i remba myself holding my green coloured phycs buk (i had final xam the nex few hrs)..My parents held us tightly as we let the tears pour out.i luved her alot n so did she..She did simple things to make me feel loved...like during dinner, she'd put a piece of food in her mouth to test the temperature so it wouldn't be too hot for me to eat.i cud still feel myself sitting wid her feeling her tuch..wen she used to cum n saty at r place my sis n i always dropped glooves ova the things she ll sleep wid me or u..she always luved to cee me securing high grades..her flashes r still alive in my mind n heart n cnt ever die..i cnt forgt the evry single moment i hav spent wid her..i realie miss her so much ..
I tried to breathe in the image of her with her still body and closed eyes. I remembered when I'd breathed her into my memories the day i strted to carry on wid my life again i neva thought n still dun think the wound is worth healing..i kept on dreaming It made me feel warm and happy when she showed up in my dreams every couple of days.To me that means experiencing her death and my grief, taking it in, and letting myself feel all my feelings. I can't change the fact that I'll always miss her. But finally being able to smile and cry after thinking about my grandmother, that's moving on to me.
..i always liked to take my steps wid my grandma coz she neva said "hurry up" she tuk her tym to walk so did i like bout all
She seemed to have a special connection with God and with everything in life. she wished to contiue her earth plane fur mur longer bt...Now I wished I had spent more time with her, told her that I loved her. I had to look at my life all over again.!! i miss her so much god bless her!