Letters From Beyond the Grave

A couple of years ago I lost my grandma. It helped me a lot to write this as it kind of felt like talking to her again.

Who can truly know the full extent of pain that sprung from your heart the day I died?
Did the water start to well up in your eyes,
did you gasp for air,
did you want to bang your head against the wall until you forgot about me,
and the fact that I had ceased to exist?

Do you still cry when you remember me?
Am I anything to you anymore?
I know I was a living dead the last few years...
But do remember me for what was in my heart.

“A kind and faithful spirit
Shall be your legacy.
Though frail and brittle at the end
Your love is all I’ll keep.”