44 days after they said you had cancer you died.
You never cried you always smiled.
I still reach out for you time to time then I remember that you went
home.
I can still hear your voice. I still remember the last you said it was
'Dont worry your pretty lil head about me God has me'
Why did God take you from us? Only you know and Him know why.
GrandMa you know it was your time and you were ready to go now you dont hurt or want for anything.
That all we could ask for.
God Bless you.
You are missed deeply.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem