Grandma B

Ninety-one years ago you were born, you grew up in a world I learned of in History. You eventually got married and had eight children, you've always liked the Tigers and Red Wings. Even now I remember watching some games, with you inside your house that you no longer live in. Ninety-one years you've lived your life, as you've always enjoyed and have been surrounded by your family. Sadly your health hasn't been good lately, which is why you're not in your house. I used to come visit you but then you got transferred, and I've been unable to see you at all. When I learned the cold bitter truth, I felt a stone sink into my chest. I know you will be walking with God soon, but it's still going to be hard to let you go.