Born two days after Christmas all those years ago,
you left us in the summer like you wanted
so your body and casket wouldn't get cold.
Laying in bed too early,
whispering in my ear
asking me to talk or listen
as I'd grumble and try to hear what I could hear.
All those times you told me
and those stories I will not lose
you always talked and I always listened
because you always let me choose.
There has never been such a Nana as you,
so sweet but so set in her ways
-she said it was because of her age, 71-
but she was always ready to play.
She left us on a Sunday,
a day to praise the Lord
but oh how rough it was to know you were no more.
There is no way to tell the great grand babies still here
that Nana isn't coming back to the house
she cannot talk to us now, but I'm sure she's happy to hear.
This past Sunday, my entire family was faced with a heartache like none other. Losing a mom, a wife, a grandparent, a great-grandparent, a sister, a cousin, and an aunt. While we know that she's gone to Heaven and waiting to see us all again, it is still hard to hold back tears and harsh feelings. Although we were all there to watch her be taken to the grave, the truth still seems like a lie. Nothing will ever be the same for any of us, as she was such a large part of all of our lives. But if we keep praying and receiving prayers, maybe we will learn to find similar happinesses in holidays and family dinners. Through God and each other, there shall be healing.