Every day I received a new letter from you, telling me all about the Pride & Blue.
Your words never expressed any kind of stress as time unfolded with its gentle caress.
Oh Grandma, how much you meant to me. Can’t you tell that it’s you that I see?
What was that strange new thing, which took you away and was like static cling?
Why did our time together have to be cut short? It isn’t fair and I can’t fight it in court!
I was hoping and praying that there would be a cure, but it was bad news I had to endure.
So, I took a long journey to see you one last time, although you committed no crime.
I felt as if the punishment were so severe, especially for someone I hold so dear.
Before walking into your room, I had to stop. I didn’t want you to see me with a tear drop.
I couldn’t hold back what I felt wasn’t right! I wanted you to stand up and fight!
All I could think of was the times we had before, and I couldn’t watch you walk out that door!
So forgive me while I kneel on the floor.
Oh Grandma how much you meant to me. Can’t you tell it’s cancer I don’t see?
I will treasure all the moments we shared, especially those letters that showed you cared.
There will always be a place for you in my heart even though we are miles apart.
"I lost my Grandmother to Leukemia in 2003."