My grandmother passed away July 17th, 2011.
She had been suffering from Alzheimers and dementia.
She was the strongest woman I had ever met.
She had always loved the color Purple,
And was is awe when I sang to her.
At her funeral,
My grandfather requested I sing a song in her rememberance.
The song was:
"I Won't Give Up" by Jason Mraz.
To this day, I still can't make it through the first verse without sobbing.
When her memory started to fade,
One of the first things to escape her mind was my name,
Since I'm the youngest grandchild.
She started calling me her "Skinny Mini"
Though she had no idea,
A year before she became ill,
I developed Anorexia Nervosa,
And was nearly 50 pounds underweight.
I made a promise by her gravestone,
That by July 17th, 2013,
I would be at a healthy weight.
Today, I weigh 145 pounds,
And I've recovered from my disease.
I know she would be proud of me.
I know shes looking down on me.
Shes watching me and my family live our daily lives,
Keeping us safe in everything we do.
Now, my grandfather's health is declining rapidly.
Even though I was strong when my grandmother passed away,
I don't know what I'll do if I lose my grandfather, too.