In sorrow
I mourn your death grandma
How I truly feel
No one really knows
In sorrow
I feel this anger and pain
What's next to follow
My desire to put no blame
In sorrow
I remember we are never promised tomorrow.
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It's true we are not promised tomorrow. I just lost a woman who was like my grandma a couple of months ago and it was so hard not to blame someone or her for letting herself die. It almost felt like she gave up and just let herself die.