Your blonde hair always stood tall

your German temperament always made me laugh

your thick islander accent was beautiful.

Now I regret it all, not spending more time with you.

It took me by surprise

when they told me the evil took you by.

Tears were running through my face,

because I was not there.

I knew you weren’t happy

since grandpa died.

Now you’re with him

and I hope that is all you want.

I wish I talked to you more,

I wish last summer wasn’t my last goodbye.

I wish I was there by your side,

with all of our loving family.

But I am thankful

for being who you were.

I am thankful for being able to talk to you that last sweaty August day.

Now I know you’re in a better place.

I will still cry, because I still don’t believe it.

But I want you to know that you will not be forgotten.

That your hair, your accent and temperament will always be here

and that I love you Abuela.