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Remember the year I missed your birthday

I felt like a complete asshole three months later

And then the night you left us, I was upstairs sleeping

I hope you understand the truth

Because the truth was, I didn't understand those words

death, cancer, coma

I just wanted to go into the woods and build forts



I do not recall crying at your viewing.

I only have the memory of walking into the bathroom with

a trail of girlfriends behind me

They held me and pushed my hair out of my face

and I felt ashamed that there was nothing there for

them to wipe away



Remember the time you asked me for a favor

When I was done you told me I was your favorite

grand-daughter

and I giggled and hit your big, loving arm and reminded

you that I was your only grand-daughter

And we laughed at it for a minute straight



Remember the day I sat down at your grave

I think it was two years ago

It could have been a tuesday

it was somewhere close to it

I was fondling the grass, apologetic in all senses

I made sure you were clean and there were no smudges on your epitaph

And then I asked you a question



that someday you will answer.