
No apology was needed since no one was in the wrong. Life happens, and then it ends.
It was not long before beliefs were upheld and the people cried with sadness again.
Her hair was whipped up into a bun, and the air was sticky. Not a soul knew she was even sick.
Her heart was no longer pumping blood through her veins, yet she looked relieved in death.
Her body systems had failed, but her soul lived on in the bodies of the ones who loved her the most.
I loved her most of all.
She was my savior.
She was my person.
She was my granny.
Β© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.
Written for Di’s Three Things Challenge (x3)
lucky you
i never knew mine
dad was 63 when i was born mom 48
so i come from an old family
excellent post
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Thank you! I am sorry you never got that time with yours.
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Lovely tribute Amy.
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Appreciate that π She was all that and more.
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I can understand
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beautiful tribute! I loved my gramma too…very, very much! She died of cancer when she was only 60 and I was 14. Xx
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Thank you! She was the best. I am sorry you lost yours so young. That was me with my maternal grandfather. I was 12. My father’s dad died long before I was thought of from suicide. xoxo
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Aww, that’s such a sweet and lovely tribute. I’m a late baby of a late baby, so I only remember my paternal grandfather who lived into his 90s. Pop was such a star and was still going on big family holidays in his 80s. I still wish I’d asked him more about his life.
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Thank you, Chris. She is very deserving of such tribute. π It’s good that you got time with your Pop. I never knew my Dad’s dad, and my grandma on his side died when I was 16. I always just had Grandma. The stories all of them would have had would have been amazing to hear π
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