death grief love granparent
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What would I do without you
Your horrid pitch, Your two left feet
But every note and every step is you.
No matter what you were there to dance
Only thing I have are these stories of you
It makes me sad that I couldn't share them too
You were a beautiful and strong woman who
did all the things that you needed to do.
Grandma I miss you so much
