"daddy this time"
write-alike by Faiza

"daddy this time" write-alike by Faiza

She made me feel special.

She made me feel loved.

She and I were kindred spirits.

We still are.

The bond hasn’t been severed through death.

I can still feel her in spirit and she has my love.

Our connection has stayed unmatched with

any other lives I’ve come across.

I haven’t seen her in eleven years.

Although we were separated by oceans,

I’ve felt the bond so strong

as if I never left her to begin with.

 

This lovely woman was my grandmother.

She was beautiful.

We share the bond of blood.

Our features are similar both physically and mentally.

She taught me how to be lavish and appreciate

accessories such as jewelry and scarves.

There was nothing but joy in her voice when she spoke.

Her soft warm hugs were filled with so much

love and compassion that they could melt away my worries

as I would sink into the embrace.

 

When she passed away, she took a piece of myself that I’ll never get back.

It broke me.

She left me lost and alone inside.

Nothing to do but wallow in my emptiness.

Every time I would forget even just for a moment,

the realization would come crashing down on me all over again.

It hurt even worse.

It's been a year since she left this earth.

It’s been a year since I’ve felt like myself.