You left our world,
blessed with grace.
Your whispers may be heard throughout the night,
but it alright because that reassures you and I,
that I will never forget you.
Either way, I never would of never forgot you.
I hope you made it to heaven,
I hope you became a beautiful butterfly.
You loved them so much, and I asked you why.
You said it holds a deeper meaning of beauty than just on the outside.
And to this day, that is how I think of you.
I love you so much, I hope you grow gorgeous wings and come see me.
Love your granddaughter,
Courtney .
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
You left our world,
blessed with grace.
Your whispers may be heard throughout the night,
but it alright because that reassures you and I,
that I will never forget you.
Either way, I never would of never forgot you.
I hope you made it to heaven,
I hope you became a beautiful butterfly.
You loved them so much, and I asked you why.
You said it holds a deeper meaning of beauty than just on the outside.
And to this day, that is how I think of you.
I love you so much, I hope you grow gorgeous wings and come see me.
Love your granddaughter,
Courtney .
This is for those who have had or known someone with breast cancer that has passed, fighting or survived.
You are all beautiful, not just on the outside.
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