blog post 2

Ties. Suits. Shoes. I’m told she’s in a better place.

God will protect me in this time of dismay.

She lived a long life- I hear them say.

But what do I say?

I say I miss her.

I say grandma can’t be gone.

I say god isn’t always the correct way to mourn for one.

And I will answer, amen.

Times are different now.

People dying, life moving, stop.

Talk, debate, eat, learn, live.

Just some of the things I can do no more, with her.

Am I to morose?

Am I to verbose?

Maybe I should follow suit with the toast..

And I will answer, amen.