A Queen is Never Late. (The Jester is early.)

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                                                         THE DAY I LOST NANA
                                  March 10th, 2020

     This day in calendar history has been one of my worst days.
Today is the day that I lost my other 1/2 (19 years ago)

My other 1/2. I guess that sounds strange because one would assume
other 1/2 meant husband or wife and most of the time it does except in this case.
     My other 1/2 was - My Grandmother. I miss her so much! 

So many things have happened since she received her wings.
My kids have kids. Great Grand-Children. O! How she loved little ones.

I have been knocked down and I have crawled back up.
I always stand up for what I believe in.

I am still married to Rusty but he lives in Montana.
2 of the kids graduated.
Blazz is amazing! College boy that one is.

We have red heads running around. I know how much that would tickle you.
I got a tattoo. I know how angry you would be about that.
I have my drivers license and still love the snow!

Christmas is hard without her. So is Easter and Halloween.
Birthdays are the most hard. I know. I know.
NO! Chocolate cake. It gives you a headache.

     I need you. All the time.
You were the strong part of me.
The best part of me. The other part of me.

I am such a bitch but my tears flow a lot easier now.

Everything is different.
The fence is gone. The house has been painted.
The back yard grown over.

     I started eating better today.
I gained so much weight since last July.
It makes me sick. My legs hurt, My body aches. 
I hate the taste of water.

Stand by my side. I made it through day one.
Please, don't let me lean on you, rather force me to get back up myself.
Remind me to keep my crown adjusted by urging me to stand tall.

     I love you.
My heart holds the memories so dear.


                                               Kazz 💋







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