There’s lots of things people take for granted, but one in particular I wanted to talk about.
I live in Ireland, away from my family, and granny’s. I can call, I can text, but nothing comes nearly as close as seeing them. As hugging them. And speaking to them,face to face.
My granny’s
Most my cousins, live fairly close to their granny’s. I would kill for that. They don’t visit them often,they dont come over often. It breaks my heart, because I would kill for that. Because they take it all for granted. They don’t know what its like having granny’s on the other side of the world, not knowing how they are.
While I, cry each time I have to leave my granny’s. Because I don’t know if it will be the last time. I would do anything, to be able to visit them whenever I could. To just come over, for some polish soup,for advice,or just to be with them.
Im scared of letting them go, from across the world
I see them a few weeks a year, and I miss them. Each time, they become older and older, closer and closer, to death.
Im scared of loosing them, because im scared I wont get to say goodbye. Im scared the last tie i saw them,will be the last.
I love my granny’s
I cherish strongly, my times with them. I love the comfort of their homes,and their traditional food. My grandads are dead, ive never met either. But I couldn’t ask for better granny’s.
Never knowing, if its the last time
My oldest granny, doesn’t feel well enough to come over to Ireland anymore. I didn’t realize that the last time she came over to my home, would’ve been the last.
I want to stay with them for eternity and more
This summer, I don’t want to say goodbyes, I don’t want to leave to Ireland, not knowing if that was the last moments spend with them.