April 23, 2009
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My grandma was like a chocolate filled donut,
Her inside was her best part
She pushed people to do their best because she knew their best was better
She wanted them to thrive for greatness but knew they went perfect

She seemed perfect
Beautiful, loving, caring; every quality you could wish for in a person
But she didn't think she was
She knew she could improve
—- so she did

The pain and agony felt like a knife going into my heart
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mothers mouth
“she’s dead” was repeating over and over again in my head
The thought of me seeing he a week ago fine, nothing wrong to now dead
I couldn't believe it
It didn't fully sink in in till her funeral when I saw that white as a dove casket with her in it
She looked beautiful or as she would say “I look good”

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