My Grandmother
Yesterday I cried a lot when I went home for lunch. On top of everything, yesterday was especially hard being that my grandmother had passed away two years ago. She was indeed my second mother, and it is still painful. It was also painful to see her suffering. If I could have taken that pain away I would have.
I hate cancer. I hate it so much. It takes away so many people we love.
I thought I would have her for a lot longer. I thought she would go like my great grandmother, very old. She always told me she hoped she did not live that long. She was ready anytime God called her. She gave her suffering up to God openly. She is the strongest woman I have ever known.
“In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.” Viktor E. Frankl
I hate cancer. I hate it so much. It takes away so many people we love.
I thought I would have her for a lot longer. I thought she would go like my great grandmother, very old. She always told me she hoped she did not live that long. She was ready anytime God called her. She gave her suffering up to God openly. She is the strongest woman I have ever known.
“In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.” Viktor E. Frankl