In the kitchen I was called.
"How do you feel about death" Mom asked
I didn't really know how to respond. Such a weird question.
I was only 13, and had little experience with the topic in question.
I shrugged, "I don't know"

"Mary died"
the 2 words that ruined my once favorite holiday.
My nana, my best friend.
The one who took some secrets to the grave.

4 years ago
That's when I last saw her.
4 years ago.
She was healthy, aside form MS.
She ate healthy,
didn't drink alchohol.
We went on walks,
she helped me practice for baseball,
football, and softball.

Life doesn't last forever,
I knew that.
I just didn't know it'd end so soon for someone so loved.


Mary Wilson
RIP
Mom, daughter, sister, Nana.
January 14, 1960- April 15, 2017