The Final Goodbye

 My Angel



 It still feels so unreal. 
Isolation has been my method of coping. I've been trying to keep numb but the tears always spring back. I have smiled too sometimes, through the tears, as a memory springs to life. Because the memories I have of you are amazing, because you were amazing. You were not just my Nan, you were one of my best friends, a hero, an Angel even in life. I am greatful for the 26 years I personally got with someone so perfect as you. 
Today I prepare for tomorrow, the day I must say goodbye for the final time. And it kills. 

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