Grandma

Self dependent intelligent strong, were the things i thought of you. When i was young I always dreamed, that I could be that way too. You'd held strong, through so very much, You never got defeated. And still kept that gentle touch, that I had always needed. To me you were a hero, An inspiration to us all. You helped me conquer my fears, I thought you'd never fall. But as we went through the years, your memory faded. Bringing more tears. Seeing you like this we all really hated. I knew that I should just let you go. You would finally be pain free. But no, no, no. That would just be too hard for me. So I willed you through hard times, I prayed for you frequently. And I hoped that it would be fine. But it was just temporary. Finally I realized, that I had to just let go. I had to cut off my ties. Even it put me at a new low. Now I know you're with god now. And I know that is best, though I can't imagine how, We've made it through the rest.