She was here for a moment of my life, but now she's gone...

A few months earlier, we were making crafts.

At Thanksgiving, she wasn't there.

Why?

Mommy told me she was sick, and told me Grandma didn't want me to get sick.

Now I understand why she didn't come.

Before the Christmas Concert at school, little did I know what had happened.

The woman I knew and loved with all my young heart, was dead.

And I was only five years old.

We had her funeral on a cold December weekend.

I didn't know what was happening at the time, but I knew she was never coming back.

She looked so peaceful, laying there, eyes closed, hands folded in prayer.

It was the first and only time I saw my father cry.

When it was time to say goodbye, I cried.

Now I know that she knew she would die sooner than she should have.

She was only trying to extend the time she had with us.

Now, she only lives, deep within my heart.

And one day, we will meet again, at the gates of Heaven.

Goodbye Grandma.