My Best Friend

The sun shines so brightly through my window.
Its like Heaven sent me a personal wake up call,
or maybe it's you.
It's the start of a new day.
A clean slate.
An artist's dream of a clear canvas.
I'm drawn to my bed, like a bee to it's honey.
My brain is ready, but my heart still needs more time.
No one knows,
no one can tell.
I go on as if nothing happend,
as if your not gone,
but at the end of the day, your still not here.
It's like a piece of me is missing.
Like the ocean with no waves.
No ripples.
As if all the beautiful things are gone.
I know your in a better place,
with no worries about the bad things.
I don't know how to accept that.
I want you here.
I know your happier, he welcomed you with open arms.
Like a best friend when you are in need.
Like the way you used to hug me.
But I don't want to share you with him.
It wasn't his turn to befriend you.
Our time wasn't supposed to be over.
But all great things come to an end.
I feel secure knowing where you are,
an angel in the Heavens.

My Angel. My Hero. My Grandma.
My Best Friend.

R.I.P.
Grandma French
1942-1996