I was closer to her than I ever was to my real grandparents
I saw her every weekday of my life until she died
But she wasn’t my grandmother
She was just my babysitter so how much could it affect me anyway.
I went to the funeral home and watched her grandchildren stand there in the family line
I should have been standing there but I couldn’t because we didn’t share blood.
But we shared so much more.

After the funeral no one brought her up again.
My family moved on with their lives and didn’t talk about her again.
I don’t think they know;
she knew all my secrets and she was my best friend.
It was 4 years ago when she died and I remember her everyday
Because if I don’t who will