Today this world is a little dimmer because my Nana is gone.
The kindest woman I've ever met.
She loved me dispute my shortcomings.
She called me her sweetheart every time I visited.
She always smiled when I arrived.
She waited for my nightly call.
She gave freely over her time love and resources.
Her donuts were my donuts.

She is at peace now, safe in her ideal heaven, with loved ones that went before her to prepare for her arrival.
I am glad she is not in pain any more,
But we left behind are broken at her departure.

Death is hardest on those left behind.

© Misty Bishop-Martiss