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Nana: The Loss of one of my Great Grandmas
She hadn’t been doing well for a while
 But I never considered this would happen
 She had a stroke and went to the hospital then
 
 I expected things to be fine
 But the next day she was sent home
 To wait the short time `til heaven would be hers to roam
 
 We went to say goodbye
 Because, that night she’d probably die
 And be reunited with her parents
 She’d escape the disease that acted as a fence
 
 We walked into the house
 And she lay on a bed in the front room
 Looking as fragile as a mouse
 As she waited for the tomb
 
 People acted happy
 As if it were a typical visit
 When things were crappy
 And they were hurting inside because of it
 
 We told her we love her
 And I tried not to cry
 As I recalled how things were
 But I said goodbye
 
 In the car we sat
 Waiting for Dad to say goodbye to his grandma
 And I tried not to cry as I thought of all that
 
 Mom asked us if we were okay
 I lied and said I was
 But our great grandma probably wouldn’t make it to the next day
 
 Nana died the next week
 At 12:07 a.m.
 Wednesday morning
 
 It hurt
 As I thought of everything that wouldn’t happen again
 But she’s in comfort
 
 I hate looking at her dead body
 Because it’s not Nana
 It looks like she did
 Before the disease claimed her mind
 Except for the needle’s bruise that is hid
 That they knew nobody would find
 It’s not her because she is not her body
 She is her soul
 The body in the casket is our society’s need for materialistic things
 
 Christmas won’t be the same
 Neither will Thanksgiving
 Because she’s no longer living
 But she’s better off
 No more sickness
 
 We’ll all miss her
 How could we not?
 Of that, I am sure
 Because we all love her a lot
 
 We’ll hurt and we’ll grieve
 We’ll miss her and some will cry
 And, for a bit, wear our hearts on our sleeve
 But it’ll pass
 
 We’ll never forget her
 But we’ll get over the sadness
 Comforted by the thought that she’s better
 And happier
 
 We all knew it was coming
 So it will be okay
 And we may
 See her again soon.

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