“Aug 2, 2020 – 3:25 PM”

She don’t deserve it
Don’t deserve it at all
She’s too good, too beautiful for this world
But God.., Your Will Be Done.

I have no words to whisper in her ear
But I know, there’s just so much to write

About how thankful I am
to be her granddaughter
to spend my childhood with her
She hold my hands when I scared
comb my hair, take care of me

About my regrets
for not always be there
and . . . . .

And now,
all we can do is just praying while tearing.
I can’t even imagine what tomorrow will be
what two days from now will be

Now we talk about funeral
“Which funeral we’ll take her to?”
“Hurry up call the priest now!”
“But that funeral is far..”
and so on, and so on.

To grow up,
is such a sad thing.
We have to make so many decisions
and everything is so unpredictable.

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