The Locket

My hand held my great-grandma’s hand The silence overwhelming, Her condition making me mad. Why God? Why her? Taking away the one I love She slips something rough into my palm I opened it up and see a heart shaped necklace. “ It is a locket,” she says. “ From me to you. One final memory, but we will see each other soon.” She kissed me and I hugged her tight. I cried my last few tears the next night. Her funeral was sad and devastating. My Uncle going crazy screaming, “ Momma!” People far and wide in our family showed up. Aunties, uncles, cousins, too. Some people who Ge-Ge knew. We all grieved for an hour or so. We went our separate ways and on our way home I cried for a week, then tried to move on. I opened the locket she gave me and saw empty hearts on the inside. I guess she wants me to create some memories by just remembering her. Either way, I will never forget her. I love you, Ge-Ge. R.I.P Lillian Lacey