This grief is hanging out after closing time. This grief keeps stealing away my breath.
I was resigned when Granddaddy George died. Cancer. Death was his only way to get better.
I was transported to some new place beyond anger when Granddaddy Jim died. Where was the miracle he was due?
Grandma Lee was less difficult to let go of. She always said this world was not her home. She slipped away into life everlasting.
Grandmamma Addie’s big ole’ heart gave out. She passed from here to there with her sister near her. She moved beyond us.
I have marked time by these four deaths. “That was just after he died.” “She was born three months after she died.”
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