Hayden Røse
You are the best great grandma in the whole world, out of all of them that exist. There will never be better. It’s almost been a year, in about three hours, it will be. Is there time in heaven? I remember you, all of you, everything about you. I still see you so clearly in my head, sitting in that recliner going through your medication or laughing or smiling or talking about the things your worried about, you always did that. Worried and I always cared. I love you, I love you so much. I thought about how you were getting old often and you also talked about it, but I never wanted the inevitable, death. Me sitting here typing under your obituary, the inevitable. Your death, inevitable but not wanted. It came closer and closer until it took you whole. It’s weird but at first, I wasn’t sad. I didn’t feel the grief right away but then it came and now, I want to cry and look for you, hoping to find you somewhere that I never will. Maybe the recliner, your bed, the Tavares house, Wooten park, the Tavares backyard with your poinsettias and yellow Hawaiian flowers. But you are none of those places and looking for you there is pointless because I will not find you and hope will be crushed. 1 year ago, you breathed. Now, the air misses yours. Rest in peace Nana.