There's been a lot going on lately, and I really miss my grandmother a lot. She was always there to give me advice, even if it's not what I wanted to hear, she was always there for me. Most of my first memories have her in it, and I just wish that she was still here to be a part of my new ones. I have a lot of regrets concerning her last few months, almost year. I really didn't want to accept the truth of how bad off she was, and I didn't like being around her when she was doing so bad...it hurt too much. Of course, now, I wish I could have spent every moment I had available with her. Honestly, she'll always be a part of the important memories because she'll always be with me, in my heart. I just wish she could be here physically as well. I was searching through the internet, and came across the poem she picked out to be read at her funeral, which some how or another I managed to get through. I just figured I would share it with you all, because it truly is a special poem, and for those of you who knew about my grandmother, you'll know how well this fits.
God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
And whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard-working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
---Author Unknown
Dinah C. Williford
April 5, 1935 - December 13, 2004
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