Two whole months.
Two months since you passed away grandma
and i miss you more and more each day.
I still believe that one day I'm going to come
home from school, and run downstairs and you'll be there.
But instead I go down to an empty, cold apartment.
Your smell still takes up the apartment and each time I go down
there every single memory replays in my head. Honestly,
I'm learning now that no amount of tears will bring you back,
and no matter how many times I pray you won't just reappear.
I wish things were that easy, but unfortunately they aren't.
I wish i had one more chance to see you. Because if I knew I was
going to loose you I would have hugged you and never let go.
I miss sitting on your lap and reading you stories, and I miss
getting annoyed everytime you called the house. The annoying
things you did made me love you even more. And I feel like we had a
special connection grandma. A connection you had with nobody else.
I could tell you anything and you would understand. I feel like a whole entire part of me is missing, and it just won't ever come back. Can you hear me? Are you watching over me? I miss you so much and this pain is destroying me. You'll be forever in my heart. I love you.
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