my Grandmother passed away
and I’ve lost one of the most important people in my life
and I feel broken

maybe part of me thought she wouldn’t die
couldn’t die

she was always a little more than human to me
but I suppose she was mortal, like the rest of us, after all
and maybe that’s a beautiful thing.

she was an active and powerful woman, to the very end
with the best kind of actions
and the best kind of power

her strength and her compassion were so connected
there was no separating them

she loved her family with all her heart
and she made us feel special
she made me feel special

i went to her house every Friday Night for most of my life
but now she has a new home
in a place I can’t visit

someday, though, I’ll find my way there
because no matter how much I love life, I won’t live forever

and maybe that’s a beautiful thing, too