As I reflect on my grandparent’s memory,
I think about the love and commitment
they shared with each other.
Fifty-eight years ago my grandparents,
took their two lives, and became one.
My grandma was my grandpa’s other half,
and he was hers, and together they were one.
When my grandpa passed away, my grandma
lost a part of her, her other half was gone.
Two months later, half of my grandma’s heart stopped.
How strong their bond was for one another,
what a beautiful symbol, of their love.
Four days later, my grandma’s heart, beat for the last time.
This was a bittersweet moment; she would be missed,
but how wonderful to be reunited with her best friend.
I think about the love and commitment
they shared with each other.
Fifty-eight years ago my grandparents,
took their two lives, and became one.
My grandma was my grandpa’s other half,
and he was hers, and together they were one.
When my grandpa passed away, my grandma
lost a part of her, her other half was gone.
Two months later, half of my grandma’s heart stopped.
How strong their bond was for one another,
what a beautiful symbol, of their love.
Four days later, my grandma’s heart, beat for the last time.
This was a bittersweet moment; she would be missed,
but how wonderful to be reunited with her best friend.
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