Jun 2014
And there it was
the tears
slowly swelling into droplets
before streaming silently down her cheek.
And there it was the acknowledgement
"when i die..."
An idea illuminating intentions of preparing for the inevitable end
"I want you to have my ring"
She looks to my sister
A tight melancholic smile my sister manages.
"I want you to have this"
She strokes the necklace 'round her neck.
Her eyes on me.
A tight melancholic smile I mange.
"when I die"...
the tears
slowly swelling into droplets
before streaming silently down her cheek.
And there it was the acknowledgement
"when i die..."
An idea illuminating intentions of preparing for the inevitable end
"I want you to have my ring"
She looks to my sister
A tight melancholic smile my sister manages.
"I want you to have this"
She strokes the necklace 'round her neck.
Her eyes on me.
A tight melancholic smile I mange.
"when I die"...
My Great Grandmother is 97 yrd of age and when my family and I paid her a visit she was crying. She knew she is going to die and she decied what she wanted to give us
it was a heartbreaking affiar .
it was a heartbreaking affiar .
