Traumatized is an understatement, you left my physical grasp in late June 2017.

Nana, hospital bed, and cancer. Your soul left but your spirit stayed .

Faith the size of a mustard seed , you prayed generations to come and everything in between

Planted inside of me , you saw greater things, and built a foundation of ambiton in my mind as tall as a skryscraper made of paper but my building never swayed.

Skryscraper made of paper , personal hieroglyphics , all my dreams, thoughts, and wishes. Paper usually flimsy , but with my words embodying it stayed pristine.

You showed me how powerful God can be, Gods in me. You taught me how to praise dance, lift my hands, sing using my voive and copying others , being an orignal. I'm going college now , and im making music, all because you prayed.

I performed at your memorial. You loved to hear me sing. I loved the passion you would bring.

At 60 years old you finished college and got your bachelors, my passionfor higher eductaion will never fade

Until my hair is gone or grayed , you'll be my role model , my captain steering my ship against tidal waves . With you in mind i'm not scared, im not afraid. It was you and me until you left my grasp when our friendship years peaked 17.