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June 3rd was my Grandma's birthday. She died in 2007. My grandmother was an amazing person. She had a big hand in raising me. So when I lost her, I felt I'd lost a grandmother, a mother, and a friend.
I miss her so much. I miss her voice. I miss her smell. I miss her hugs. I even miss her annoying emails and unwanted advice. So often I want to call her. I wasn't ready for her to be gone.
This was the first time I had visited her grave since we laid her to rest. It was very hard to muster up the courage to visit. As much as I love cemetaries, I'm not very good at handling the deaths of those close to me.
I spent 2 1/2 hours with her grave. I talked. I cried. I sang. I took pictures. I called my mom and my brother and put them on speaker phone so they could say something as well.
Then I laid down on the empty plot next to hers that our family owns. I tried to take a nap. I wanted to sleep next to her. Every time I was almost asleep a stupid ant would crawl on me. I had to leave eventually because I was thirsty and hungry and didn't want a sunburn. Next time I am going to bring a blanket, food, water, and sunblock.
This is one of the songs that I sang to her grave. She used to sing this to me as a child. I miss that so much. I love you, grandma.
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang this song to me in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me
this day
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry
Ah,
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's an Irish lullaby
June 3rd