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I try not to think about it much. Is that wrong? Maybe its selfish of me. I don't want to cry. It's not because I think it's not "manly" to cry. It's because I know I will cry eventually. I don't need to waste the tears now. I know once I start up toward the casket, nothing will hold back the bursting of my dam. I'm not ashamed of it.
I prayed every night that this wouldn't happen. I really thought it would work too. Subconsciously, I didn't want it to. Or, at least, I had the feeling things may be better this way and that nothing could stop this course of events. She couldn't breathe. She was so drugged, she was hallucinating. I was happy she knew who I was. She never forgot her loved ones.
She saw her father sitting next to her while she was sick. It could have been from the drugs, but I like to think there was something much greater at work. Before she died, she told my mother she would give her a sign that she was okay - that she had made it to Heaven. The next day, my uncle opened the front door, and standing on the front step was a white dove.
Goodbye Grandma. I love you very much.
I prayed every night that this wouldn't happen. I really thought it would work too. Subconsciously, I didn't want it to. Or, at least, I had the feeling things may be better this way and that nothing could stop this course of events. She couldn't breathe. She was so drugged, she was hallucinating. I was happy she knew who I was. She never forgot her loved ones.
She saw her father sitting next to her while she was sick. It could have been from the drugs, but I like to think there was something much greater at work. Before she died, she told my mother she would give her a sign that she was okay - that she had made it to Heaven. The next day, my uncle opened the front door, and standing on the front step was a white dove.
Goodbye Grandma. I love you very much.