Grandma

Grandma, It has been two ears Since I got the call. “she’s gone” Gone. Forever. No more. I sat in bed and cried. Cried so hard I would shake. Tried to put on my bravest and happiest face. Failed. Didn’t get to say goodbye Didn’t get to tell her That I love her one more time Last grandparent alive And I didn’t get to say goodbye. Sixteen days off of life support Slowly dying, Slowly suffocating A year and a half later and I get to go to her grave. Final resting place A slab of stone and a chunk of grass. She’s up with grandpa, Finally happy But down here, my heart hurts I miss her phone calls 3 a day Mom says she’d want me to smile When I think of her, not cry But I can’t help it Two years later, I still shake. Still sob until it hurts Valentine’s Day is the second hardest day Her birthday. The whole family hasn’t been together for two years There’s a very big whole in our hearts She belongs there She is a beautiful angel now Watching over her family, smiling. I hope to god that she is proud of me Of whom I've become I would give anything to hear her say “Hi honey” She didn't have a mean bone in her body, Always wanted the best for her kids, grand kids. We were her whole life I regret not answering her phone calls. I will never forget her She will always be in my heart, And every April 20th, I will remember her. Remember her smile, Her laugh, How she loved her Moo-Moos, And her St. Patricks day. She is with her husband now, Happy in heaven. Finally at peace I know she is watching us Everywhere we go, she is there Tell grandpa that I say hello, Beautiful angel. Rita Seitz O4,2O,2O11