Saddly a few weeks ago my grandmother past away, it wasnt all that bad until I saw my two cousins TJ and JR. "What is so bad about that?" you ask, Well i will tel you.
The last time i saw the two, I was about 3 years old, so at the funeral, when they walked in the door i cried harder. So many relatives that i havent seen since i was a baby, i couldnt take it. I read a poem during the funeral to the crowd and then my dad sang a song that the last time I herd was when i was 4 years old.
Times have been rough unfortunatly, but then I learned to get past death and its pain and things went on as usual.

This is the poem that i read at the funeral:


Although I wish you would not go,
Your in a better place I know.

Fangs of a wolf pierced through my heart,
When I heard you were finished playing your part.

This movie ended all too soon,
"Take me with you!" I saddly croon.

Hold me close until the end is near,
I'll love you forever my sweet, sweet dear.

"Read this in heaven and remember me..."
By: Tori Vanatter