At 3:45 this morning, my lovely grandmother passed away.  She was very recently diagnosed with cancer and it quickly spread.  She fought as best she could, but God chose to end her suffering and bring her Home to be with Him.

Before her passing, I scribbled a poem down.  I have yet to complete any revision on it, but here it is, in its rawest form:

There are things no one can take away
There are gifts unreturnable
Salvation
She found that
Love
Which she freely gave

There are things no one can take away
There are gifts unreturnable
“I’m proud of you,” is what she said,
“[for putting these things first]”
I will always have that
No one can take it away
She was proud of me,
I was an apple of her eye.

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I love you, grandma.