You know, they say it is not easy to lose a loved one. I feel more anxious at home than at your side.
They say that we need to make you more comfortable. As a great grandchild, my voice does not stand out much in this crowd, so here I am in a corner writing my thoughts.
They say you only have days. You may not hear them, but they are sad they didn’t arrive sooner despite their rushed travels.
They say they upped the meds, but we still see your pain. A hero has turned into a victim of life.
They just say Heaven is waiting; we know, despite the tears. The love and tears coincide.