Grandma, you were not supposed to die.
Please, why did you have to go.
It wasn't supposed to be this way, you and me.
You were supposed to see me graduate, watch me at my wedding.

But now you're gone, and i'm just as dead.
I feel you everywhere, but you are not here.
I thought you'd live forever.

Life wasn't supposed to be this way, you weren't supposed to be gone,
And I wish you were here to make me feel better.
I remember the little things about you,
Like butterscotch candy coated tongues and scratchy soft wool sweaters.

It all comes back to me in pieces,
Spice cakes and Pineapple,
Tuna fish and warm summer days.
Grandma you weren't supposed to die.

The smell of stale Marlboro cigaret's and cheap butter mints,
I'd trade all of my shiniest pennies for more time with you,
Because with you, it felt like I had forever and a day.
Grandma you weren't supposed to leave me,
How the hell am i supposed to be okay.
Author's Note
To my grandma, with all my love.
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