These words came to me as I thought about how my family supported Nanny and Grandpa, and each other, during my grandparent's respective end-of-life experiences.
Be my strength when I am weak,
Be the rock for which I seek.
Hold my hand deep in the night,
Calm my fears when darkness fades to light.
At my side may you stay,
Full of hope in the midst of gray.
Sit beside me in the garden of silence,
When the taste of words feels too violent.
With me will you mourn,
The life we shared that is no more?
Walk me through our fields and forests,
Singing memories with laughter as the chorus.
Tell my stories with your own,
Keep me alive… though I am home.
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