painful reality is a bitch
On Saturday March 12, my Grandma Irene died. She's in peace now, watching over us with a smile. I'm selfish when I say I want her here with us- I want to hug her and talk to her and for everything to be just like old times. Her heart was just to big for this world. I will always miss her.
"And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
God couldnt let it live.
May Angels lead you in."
I'll always love you.
"And if you were with me tonight,
I'd sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big,
God couldnt let it live.
May Angels lead you in."
I'll always love you.