Heavy Grinder

Another chance to life.

Held onto your hand hoping you could feel my presence and grasp mine. No longer do your eyes scan for me, they lay shut, relaxed from pain and reality. It seems unreal for me to not want you to be in that comfort zone. Scared, that at any moment I could lose the most significant part of my foundation, the lady that built me from ground, up. I recall that every time I was around you and even every phone call, you never went without asking if I was doing okay. If you were to ask me right now the same question, it would be the first time I worry you by saying no. It’s hard to see you struggle in the condition you are in. I would give anything to relieve you from it all. Stay strong grandma.