Gone But Never Forgotten
I was just 8 years old when we lost our grandam. I had to watch it happen everyday for the last year of her life. She had pancreitis and she received sores on her leg and had to have it removed. She spent the most of her time in a wheelchair. I knew she was going i just couldn't accept it. I never really dealt with the grief and to this very day i miss her. I wish she were here with me. I remember i was outside playing and an hour ago i had just been inside wiht her. My mom and dad sent us over to our neighbors house to watch movies and when i came back, they told me she had died. She died in the room i spent loads of time in . The place i ran to when i was scared. She was my rock and my guardian angel.Not a day goes by that i don't miss her. I still remember her smile and her laugh. I still remember everything about her and as times goes on i find my self going back to my younger days. I wish she could be here to see me graduate, but i know that she is always watching over me. I love you very much grandma and miss you R.I.P. June 13, 2004.