RIP Grandma Inez

When I had heard you had left
I was to young to realize you would never wake from your eternal slumber.
When I saw you peacefully resting in your casket,
I wanted to reach out to wake you.
When I did I felt the coldness of death and knew your chest was to never rise again.
On my cousins shoulder I cried not wanting to face the fact you were gone.
No more memories to make.
No more crafts to create.
No longer could we hug and cry like we use to, because you had been laid to rest.
Now all I have of you are pictures and memories.
You held us together,
but we fell apart at your passing.
If only you could see the pain your death caused.
Would you come back if you could?
Or would you sit and watch?
These words are not enough to convey my feelings at your passing.