The day my Grandma died
was the worst day of my life.
I remember every detail,
like it was yesterday.

The second the I found out, I broke down
into a deep, deep sob.
After a few minutes,
I began to have a panic attack.
It was so complicated to see everything
with the tears filling my eyes.

I can remember feeling so lost,
so broken.
I was so scared for my Grandpa,
he had just lost his soul mate.
The one he had loved for so many years.
The one we all had loved so much.

Constantly replaying everything
for weeks on end.
Three years ago on September 13
heaven gained another angel.