Sad blues

When she shared oxygen with all of us, when she was able to laugh, cry and feel pain I failed to show her devotion, failed to share a laugh, cry or feel pain with her. Now that the deceased are impervious we feel pain by ourselves, and we live in penitence of what we could have done while they were with us. Not knowing if they appreciated our cheerful laugh, if they ever cried with us and if they ever felt our pain. Maybe we could’ve been brutally honest from the day we ever met; maybe we didn’t know we’d ever face this pain. Could we have confessed how we felt deep inside, could we have took them for a stroll or could we have done... this and that for them?

“I...”

At times we miss our dearly missed and live in reminisce of the better days when we saw their smile and heard their laugh. Pondering about...

“...love...”

Could we have called you often, could we have laughed more, could we have... or could you have lived forever?

“...you...”

I tend to write to you, even though I know very well that... but I wish you... reminding myself of how we used to laugh together. I wonder why you left when I could barely say your name; couldn’t you wait for me to understand what life was...?

“...Grandma”