I just hope that she knew how much I loved her. I wish I expressed my love to her more often face to face, not through a card, or a drawing. I acted so weird with her, I just acted so...not myself. I just wish I acted myself. I hope she knew how much I really loved her. How much I looked up to her.
And now, I think about her. I think about her every single day. There is not a day that goes by, where I don't think about her. And yes, I cry. I cry a lot. I cry more than I ever have in years. I miss her every second of the day. I know that I will see her again when the time comes. And that I will be able to talk to her again, and to be embraced in her arms. I just wish that I could get one more day with her, and to hear her voice, and the laugh. I just want to see that smile again. I want to tell her I love her with all of my heart. She was pretty sick when she was on this Earth, and in a way, it's a good thing that she died. She is out of her misery. She isn't in pain anymore, and now, she is more closer to me, then she ever was when she was still alive. I still miss her, but I am also happy, and relieved that she passed. I will forever and always miss her while I am alive. I am waiting for the day when we meet again. "God be with you 'til we meet again."
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Hi :) This story is kind of short...so sorry about that
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Goodbye
Non-FictionThis is just a short story of when my Grandma died and just a small things I went to and had to learn.
