Followed my student's Spotify playlist as she recommended and chanced upon this song. The writer wrote it in remembrance of his grandma. Sad lyrics, which reminded me of my late grandma too. One part of the lyrics hit home: "I sat with you beside your bed & cried for things that I wished I'd said. And if I live past 72, I hope I'm half as cool as you." :'(
Mama (grandma). Hope you've been well. Nine years flew by so fast. I miss our weekly phone calls and random chatter. Your crinkled smile. Your sad eyes when you recall the hard life you went through.
I wished I'd been more careful with my words. I wish I could take back what I said when I asked about your past. I saw the pain on your face, but being so young, I thought nothing of it until of late. I'm sorry. I guess it's too late to ask for forgiveness.
Now, I share our memories with my students through a poem they learn about a living photograph. The grandmother in the poem reminds me of you; gone, yet alive in my heart.
When I see you again, please welcome me with open arms. Just like old times.
I love you always.
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