Four Years

by Alex Penuelas   Jan 25, 2018


When my grandmother was still around,
I would go to church with her every Sunday.

I would hold her by the hand,
and proudly walk with her up to the priest,
so that she and I can receive communion.

The last day I ever stepped foot in that church
was when I carried her body out in a casket.

Four years.

It has been four years since my grandmother has passed away,
but it still feels like she died last night.

Not a day goes by that I don't miss her.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Grandmothers always have that special part in our hearts. I am sorry for your loss. I lost my Grandmother a long time ago and still every so often she comes to mind, the wonderful conversations that we had, her wise and kindly smile. I think that missing someone we love helps us to remember them and to honour their memory. . I think she would be very proud to see this tribute to her. All my best wishes Milly x