She is gone...

Monday afternoon my family and I said "good-bye" to our Granny. Sitting in her service brought back many memories. Memories of my childhood with my Momma and sisters. I watched my Aunts cry for their mother and remembered my own pain. I wanted to let them know that it does indeed get "better"- whatever that means. I do think of my Momma daily and even cry for her often, but my nephew said it best. "Why are you crying? The doctors couldn't make her better. So, she is resting with God now." He was only five years old when he said those words, but the power of those words give me strength. I know she is gone, but now she gets to be with our Granny again.

She is gone

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.