I lost my Grandma in November of 2008.

She is from short red hair

to no hair at all.

From independent woman

to catch me if i fall.

She is from appointment to appointment

to pain not healed.

From doctor to doctor

to pain meds not sealed.

She is from happy and smiling

to quiet, fragile, and weak.

From healthy and mobile

to find a cure we seek.

she is from routine visits

to nothing is right.

From a few months of kemo

to giving up the fight.

She is from our family

which wont leave her side.

From patiently waiting

to along for the ride.

She is from down here with us

to up there with him.

From stopping the treatment

to singing a hemn.

By Shannon Stuart

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