I miss you...

So, just a random idea. BTW, this is from my point of view.

I slowly lower myself down onto the bed, the sheets still smelling like her. I remember how, when I was younger and still believed in ghosts and monsters and all the lies fed to me, how I'd come into her room after a nightmare and sleep with her and grandpa. How I'd curl up in between them, the dog coming up beside me and sit between me and grandpa. 

As I walk through the dimly-lit living room, I remembered how she'd sit in the red chair in the corner, watching the toddlers run around rampant, or watch them circle around me to play with the toys. I can remember each of their names, and I remember my favorite one too. A three year old named Rylan, whom I'd tried to teach preschool to for his mom. 

Walking through the kitchen and I remember helping her cook spaghetti, how I'd stir the sauce and she'd butter the garlic bread, trying not to let it bubble up onto my white nightgown. Or how I'd be so excited to pour the flour in the mixer when we were making my favorite green cherry cookies. Oh how cute I must have been back when I was little. 

Reviews

[KittyKatgirl]

Aww this is so beautiful and touching. Your grandma seemed like a wonderful person and I'm sure she's a beautiful angel watching over you, missing you just as much as you miss her. *hugs* I bet she watched you write this with a smile on her face and she's proud of you. Anyways, sorry for blabbering on. This story is heart touching and I loved it. You never cease to amaze me. Perfect 100/100.

[Silent Wolf]

Thank you. :) And perhaps she is, and perhaps she was watching me write this. :)

[BlackRose]

Reminds me of mine, and recollected again in my mind now of her. What a great way to in a way honor her with this superb story. How I miss and love her so as I read here you do yours. So sorry. :o( She smoked too. How I would come around her or her place and smell the lingers of smoke everywhere, embedded in the furniture and such, ha. The other one I miss was sort of the opposite. And sure do miss and love her too. I like it muchly.

[Silent Wolf]

Thank you, and I'm sorry for your loss. It really is tragic, huh?

[BlackRose]

It was some hears ago, but thanks. :'o) Yes it sure is a tragic loss no one wants to comprehend or bear. :o/

[BlackRose]

.......years*

[Silent Wolf]

I embrace the loss, but at the same time, I think I try to avoid it. I feel like it motivates me, but at the same time it's holding me back from doing what I want to do...

[BlackRose]

Yep, It's like that with me sometimes too...We know it happens but do we REALLY want it to actually happen. :o/

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Awww I loved it such a sweet memory and gesture:)

[Silent Wolf]

Thank you.

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Your very welcome:))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[Lucy Morningstar &heart..]

I know this feeling very well, though not the grandpa aspect of it as mine was never around. I was so close to my grandma, and it still hurts even now, a year after she died. This is really wonderfully written and beautiful; thank you for sharing :)

[Silent Wolf]

Thanks for reading. :) I just feel her everywhere I go, and I kinda wanted to express that.

[Lucy Morningstar ♥]

Yeah, I was and still am the same way, even though my family doesnt live in the house she last lived in anymore. Its funny...the other day, I was going through the address book in my home phone and her number was still there...and I called it, just so I could hear her message thing, but my dad had the number disconnected a while ago. It's weird when somebody is suddenly gone and you think 'geez, this time last year (in my case), I was going to visit her between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays'.

[Silent Wolf]

Yeah, it's hard. I think about how I had helped her with daycare, and sometimes I think about how mean I was, and others, I think about things like this.

[Lucy Morningstar ♥]

Yep, its the same for me. I remember stupid fights about things that don't matter, I remember helping her with things around the house when stuff got to me too much, or even just something simple like getting her a glass of water or sitting with her when she needed company. It is rough, but we gotta remember that hopefully we'll see them again someday. I like to think that when we die, we'll be welcome to wherever we go afterwards with open arms by all the people we lost before and loved. I dunno...but in any case...I'm sorry for you loss, even if it did turn into something wonderful like this :)

[Silent Wolf]

Thank you. Yeah, I'd like to think that too.

[untitledramblings]

Beautiful poem. I swear my heart almost stopped . Green cherry cookies exist? I've never heard of them. And I like how the whole poem is reminiscent of a grandmother and details everything going through your head. I know the feeling and I can't tell you it'll get better, and it definitely won't get any easier. I hope you write more!

[Silent Wolf]

Actually, it's a story. Lol. She died five days after Christmas in 2012.

[untitledramblings]

Lol whoops. I've been reading poems all week. It's got stuck in my head. My heart goes out to you; that's so sad, especially around the holiday season

[Silent Wolf]

Yeah. But I keep going.