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I remember the last time I saw her.
She was standing in the airport termanal,
waving good bye to me and my dad
when we were in the plane, taxing out to the runway.
She always did that, even though she could'nt see me.
I always thought that she could, but I realize now
that she could'nt,
which makes it mean even more to me.
Her standing there for up to a half an hour,
hoping that I could see her wave to me.
I remember not crying when I left on the plane,
not once in the many years that I visited her
I didn't cry when I left, no matter how bad I wanted to,
I did'nt.
I had to be strong, I could'nt cry.
I remember when I found out she was really sick.
I remember how many kinds of cancer she had.
She was always so strong,
even after losing 3/4 of one breast,
1/2 of one lung and 3/4 of the other.
Everytime that I saw her she was always happy,
She was always smiling,
Always going, taking me here
Taking me there, doing eveything with me.
Keeping the Chritmas tree up through February,
So I could spend a white Christmas with her.
I remember the day my dad flew out to see her in
the hospital during her last few weeks of life.
I remember being envious of him.
I remember being mad at him for not taking me
along to see her for the last time.
May 21, 2001....the phone rings at 4 o'clock am.
It woke me up.
I knew who was on the other line
It was my Dad.
I knew what he was telling my Mom.
She had passed away.
My best friend,
My Grams.
Dead.
I'm never going to talk to her again,
Never going to see her again
Shes not going to be able to see me graduate,
marry,
have kids,
Shes never going to have the joy of having great grandchildren
I did'nt cry, when my mom told me.
I had to stay strong, for my dad,
even though he was'nt home,
I had to stay strong,
No matter what.
Only a couple tears escaped my eyes.
No more, no less.
I had to stay strong.
I remember about 1 or 2 weeks after she passed,
My dad drives 2 days to come home,
In her car.
With some of her belongings.
Her jewlery box....that I absolutly loved.
I remember wanting to explode with tears
When I saw my dad pull up to the house,
In her car.
But I couldn't,
I couldn't cry,
I had to be strong,
No matter what.
It still does'nt seem real.
She can't be gone,
not forever.
It still hasn't hit me.
Even after 4 years.
It's not real,
It can't be,
Not my best friend.
I have to be strong,
I can't cry.
R.I.P
<3 5.21.01 <3
I love you always!
She was standing in the airport termanal,
waving good bye to me and my dad
when we were in the plane, taxing out to the runway.
She always did that, even though she could'nt see me.
I always thought that she could, but I realize now
that she could'nt,
which makes it mean even more to me.
Her standing there for up to a half an hour,
hoping that I could see her wave to me.
I remember not crying when I left on the plane,
not once in the many years that I visited her
I didn't cry when I left, no matter how bad I wanted to,
I did'nt.
I had to be strong, I could'nt cry.
I remember when I found out she was really sick.
I remember how many kinds of cancer she had.
She was always so strong,
even after losing 3/4 of one breast,
1/2 of one lung and 3/4 of the other.
Everytime that I saw her she was always happy,
She was always smiling,
Always going, taking me here
Taking me there, doing eveything with me.
Keeping the Chritmas tree up through February,
So I could spend a white Christmas with her.
I remember the day my dad flew out to see her in
the hospital during her last few weeks of life.
I remember being envious of him.
I remember being mad at him for not taking me
along to see her for the last time.
May 21, 2001....the phone rings at 4 o'clock am.
It woke me up.
I knew who was on the other line
It was my Dad.
I knew what he was telling my Mom.
She had passed away.
My best friend,
My Grams.
Dead.
I'm never going to talk to her again,
Never going to see her again
Shes not going to be able to see me graduate,
marry,
have kids,
Shes never going to have the joy of having great grandchildren
I did'nt cry, when my mom told me.
I had to stay strong, for my dad,
even though he was'nt home,
I had to stay strong,
No matter what.
Only a couple tears escaped my eyes.
No more, no less.
I had to stay strong.
I remember about 1 or 2 weeks after she passed,
My dad drives 2 days to come home,
In her car.
With some of her belongings.
Her jewlery box....that I absolutly loved.
I remember wanting to explode with tears
When I saw my dad pull up to the house,
In her car.
But I couldn't,
I couldn't cry,
I had to be strong,
No matter what.
It still does'nt seem real.
She can't be gone,
not forever.
It still hasn't hit me.
Even after 4 years.
It's not real,
It can't be,
Not my best friend.
I have to be strong,
I can't cry.
R.I.P
<3 5.21.01 <3
I love you always!