She's gone...

Last night, I brushed her forehead, held her hand and whispered "I love you" into her ears.

She looked haggard, battered, and almost lifeless. It had been a very long battle between her and Grim, The Reaper.

Her spirit was strong. Her body was not. She's 84 years old. And at 6.30AM this morning, she lost.

Grandma, I will miss you.

I believe that every time I look up the sky for strength, you'll be there. Wave and smile at me. Like an angel.

Do you know that I'm going to miss you very very very much for a very very very long time?

Outside life vibrates. Inside I am totally quiet. In that silence I keep you near and cherish each memory we shared. Your love and light will forever stay in my heart.