She wasn\'t ever there for me,
she called me fat,
she had favorites over me.
But now look,
she doesn\'t know my name,
she can\'t see my face.
She doesn\'t remember my voice.
They talk about putting her in a nursing home.
I wont let them.
She\'s my friend,
my Grandmother.
I start my relationship over with her every day.
But i do start that relationship.
I give the time to tell her i love her.
I listen to her sing the church hymns she learned as a child.
And i don\'t get angry when she remembers lyrics over me.
I dont get mad when she refers to me as \"that girl.\"
I try to be strong when she forgets that this is her home.
And everynight she goes to sleep i wonder, will i get that chance tomorrow to say bye?
In some ways i think i am closer to her now, than i was when she remembered me.
Sometimes i cry because i don\'t think it\'s fair.
Sometimes i feel like if she\'s gone i\'d have no hope.
No grapndparents.
It\'s sad that a disease can do this to someone.
She doesn\'t remember my mom,
she doesn\'t remember hers.
And even today she told me it was 1985.
So my prayer to you my Lord is this.
That when you take her home, please let her remember my name, please let her see my face,
and when she\'s looking down at me from heaven,
Please let her say she\'s proud of me.
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