I still can barely believe it.
My gran, who was strong, whom I always thought were immortal, has passed away.
I know we fought a lot.
She was the only person I yelled a lot at.
The only person I would argue on everything.
The only person I disagreed lots, beside my mum.
I never really loved her like I loved my other gran.
But I know my dad really, really loved her, so I respected her lots for that.
Also, I got my A blood type from my dad, which he got from my gran.
So it's like their blood is running inside me and I feel like I'm not alone.
I won't be alone.
And my gran was the only one who told me often about my dad was like.
How my dad was very brave in her eyes.
How my dad loved my mom, my siblings, and I lots.
How my dad was always helpful to other people.
Even when she talked about him, it always made me cry (just because I miss him so darn much).
But I like it when she talked about him repeatedly.
I know and I realize I regret a lot of things that maybe I should have done to her.
But either way, I know she always loved me and I hope she was proud of what I did.
And I will try to make her and my dad proud even more.
I just feel really grateful and happy that I have brought my brother with me to see her 12 hours before she passed away.
And she even kissed my cheek and hugged me after I just got home.
I never, never thought, that would be our last.
I can hear she says "I told you so," now.
I deserved it.
I just want to tell her,
That no matter what I ever did to her, she's my gran, and I always love her.
Thanks for everything, Gran.
You showed us strength. You gave me hope.
You've been so strong, so amazing, so inspiring.
We all love you, Gran.
Now and later <3 nbsp="nbsp" p="p">
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