Virginia

I was given a writing assignment.

I knew I had to write about her.

She passed in August.

I hadn’t grieved her enough. 

I decided to make the characters

her and her husband.

I can’t stop crying.

My heart is so sad.

She was 88, but she seemed

younger.  She also seemed ready.

Her pain was great.

She was tired, sore, unsteady.

I wanted her to go.

I knew she was in pain.

Sometimes we had spats or

I felt obligated to call her

when I didn’t feel like it.

But she didn’t have children.

She’d lost her independence,

but she had adapted.

We saw her in July.

She was sorry she didn’t see

more of us that visit.

I wish I’d known it would

be the last time.

I used to cry when I left her.

But my life was so busy,

I was hasty.

I have no regrets or guilt.

I just miss her.

We got this one shot of her last visit-She hated cats but won this one at Bingo!