She is gone,
O grandmother of mine.
She has departed this earthly realm
with nary a sound as she ascended
to the other realm above.
Tears could not fall as I sat there,
listening to the words
spoken on her behalf.
I was among family,
yet somehow felt lost.
I was torn from this life
that wasn’t right.
If I didn’t know before
where I had to go,
I knew then.
I had to move on,
I couldn’t let his touch
or the kind words he spoke
pull me from the path of my desire.
I cannot cry at her loss.
I still mourn in my own way,
putting words to paper
in hopes that she will read them,
understanding that I will miss her.
I will miss her.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017