R.I.P Betty

Because writing is the best form of therapy, you can say what you really feel and express what you can't find any other way too.

It's not like we didn't see it coming.

We all knew what was going to happen.

Cardiac failure.

Age.

Illness.

It's not like you didn't live a full life.

You got to experience to much.

Children

Grandchildren

Marriage

Love

Friendship.

It's not like you didn't accept it, embrace it.

You believed in heaven and welcomed it.

God.

Religious.

You were ready.

But even knowing these things it really doesn't make it hurt any less that you're gone, a bright light has gone dark on earth.

Even though i knew it was coming i wish i could have got to say goodbye, to have got to feel one last hug, to tell you i loved you one more time.

I thought so highly of you, i respected your character, i loved your heart, i appreciated your understanding.

I just wish i got to tell you this one more time so i'll write what i couldn't, not for anyone but just so that maybe i can find some sense in what's happened, though i know i won't be able to for a long time.

You'll always be Gramie, i'll remember the last day i spent with you fondly. How i surprised you for lunch and we ate an Italian sandwich, how i walked with you back to your room and spent a couple hours there just with you, you always made the bad things disappear when i was there with you.

I'll remember the summer parties and laughing at the music from one of them, the car show and the look of joy you got when you saw your grandsons or daughter.

I hope you're at peace and i love you.