ths way to heaven

my uncle lives in the house my granny used to live in.

its only fair as it is he who cared for her in later life, we would visit as often as possible but he took care of her every day.

she left him everything except for specific things she wanted us to have.

i'm sorry i'm rambleing.

she died. the last time i saw her the strokes had taken thair toll and she was grouchy and mean. i was mean back. i have had to live with knowing that the last time i saw her i told hershe didn't understand anything and was horrible.

sorry still rambleling.


i stay in her room. when i visit my uncle i stay in her room in the bed where she died. and i feel safe. the world could crumble and the bed would shield me.
hellfire and brimstone could rain down on me and the bedroom would shelter me.

it sounds stupid. but when ever i climb the stairs up to the room her room, my room. the sun seams to shine a little brighter and i know i was wrong. she understands. she was not horrible. she was magnificent.

she is safe.