Tears Of A Rose

Tears Of A Rose

I lost my Papa Washington 2 years ago and my Grams 1 year ago today. I never wrote anything when they died. I think I just buried everything with them. It isn’t healthy to do that. Today the pain is unbearable. I wish I wasn’t so sensitive. I wish I could wrap my arms around them and hold them close once more.

I wish I had been a better granddaughter to my Grams. You see I didn’t take the time to be with her while she was in ICU. I was selfish, I listened to her when she told me she didn’t want me there because she was worried about me getting something even though my surgery had taken place a couple of months earlier. I obeyed her wishes and I wasn’t there for her when she died. We had even made plans for me to do her nails that day. She called me and told me not to come so I didn’t. I threw away the pink polishes I had bought for her. I dislike the color pink.

I wish I could hear Papa Washington asking how his other girls are doing. He and I had made plans for a longer chat on the weekend. That weekend never came.