Time marches on, thinking aloud while rocking my grandson, wonder how will ever know, what his mother gave up for him. I was opposed to this baby, my daughter didn't have a healthy body, oh, she was tall and slender, long brown hair, huge smile that invited all to come in, but it was all an illusion, her body was at constant war, diabetes being the enemy, I felt she was being foolish, putting her system through this. She only wanted normalcy, having a baby would give her that, I watched with growing fear, horror stabbing my heart, as her belly swelled. When he was born, there was such joy, all was well, I allowed myself to breathe great sighs of relief, then one day she failed to wake up, doctors tried everything, but she was in an eternal sleep, my life crashed around me. Losing my daughter revealed one of life's cruelest ironies, I was there when she entered my world, crying, headstrong, opinionated, and I was there when she left my world, there was no sound, the machines were turned off, only silence, only peace. I must keep her memory alive, for her son's sake, put aside my rage, stop questioning, why did she have to leave, it should have been me, I have always been ready, to go first, should have been me, please someone, tell me why, my precious child had to leave. Looking down on my sleeping grandson, absently stroking his hair, I am reminded of her sacrifice, and thankful that she left a little piece of immortality, with her unruly hair, and loud, happy laugh, to get us through the days. Sun will still shine, stars will still be bright, time will heal the pain, leaving only precious memories, for me and my grandson.Birth sign: Taurus
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