Grandma Smith

She wasn’t really my grandma but she might as well have been. She was closer to me than any of my kin. She always laughed and smiled wherever she would go, she radiated with joy from her head to her toes. She was a saint everyone knew, if you had a problem she would pray for you. When grandma smith got sick everyone cried, she had a cancerous tumor living inside. Even thru her pain her spirits stayed high. Everyone knew she would soon die. Grandma Smith knew there would soon be a day when angels would come and take her away. To be with her maker was her only desire, from praising her lord she would never retire. I’ll see you in heaven was the last thing I heard her say. Even though she is gone I’ll see her again someday.