A fond farewell
My granny died Wednesday morning at 1ish I believe. I woke up at 7am, and just missed a call from my dad. I had a voicemail left by him. I called it, and by the sound of his voice I knew it wasn't good. I called him back, and found out that my grandmother had passed away. How in the world could this be happening. I've been a box full of mixed emotions tumbling down a staircase. Last week just out of no where I received a call saying that my granny had a week to live. She didn't make it.
I am still in shock that she is gone. I will never be able to hear her voice. Her smile would brighten a day. He loving hands would ease the day. Now that is gone. I can only say that she is no longer suffering from an unknown illness.
RIP Granny
1/13/10
I am still in shock that she is gone. I will never be able to hear her voice. Her smile would brighten a day. He loving hands would ease the day. Now that is gone. I can only say that she is no longer suffering from an unknown illness.
RIP Granny
1/13/10