Far Away

My grandmother was born 82 years ago.
She married my grandfather -who i never met as he died when my mom was 20- when my mom was 8 years old.
They had a daughter, Nancy, who died when she was 8.
My grandma was the nicest woman I've met in my life and ever since I was born I was her ONLY granddaughter. I dont have female cousins on my mother's side.
I was always HERS.

My grandma loved me in a way not other person will ever do.
She died looking at my photo in the hospital.
She died holding the piggy I sent her.
She asked my mother to put the piggy in her coffin... so that she could feel me closer.

Mi abuela loved me til the day she died and her love for me was more than I could ever explain. She loved me for who I was... she didnt compare me with anybody. No cousins. No brothers. Nobody.

It fucking HURTS to be so far away...
It's something that i can't explain. To feel guilty for being so far for so long...

My grandma rests in peace. She died peacefully at the hospital, being loved by everybody. My grandma spread love, and was loved... and she will be remembered for the love she gave. She was born to give love and was the most wonderful woman I've known.

I will miss her. Of course.
I miss her already.

Good thing thou, she's in my heart.