I Remember.

I remember the day nana passed away.
It felt like yesterday.
I remember walking into the hospital room.
And her laying on the bed.
Lifeless.
No color.
I felt my knees giving in.
I felt my breathing get heavier.
I remember when my mom told me to say goodbye.
I didn't want to.
Because I knew I was gonna see her soon.
So I just kissed her on the cheek.
She was so cold.
I thought it was a dream.
It felt like an illusion.
But this was inception to my depression.
I didn't go to school for a whole week.
I didn't feel like getting up every morning.
I just wanted to sleep all day.
And never wake up...
I didn't even see my purpose in life anymore.
And I still don't.
I just wanted to see her again.
That's all I wanted.
I wanted to hear her laugh.
I wanted to see her smile.
Now all I have is memories.
She was only 54.
It wasn't her time.
But I knew she was going to die.
It sounds crazy, I know.
But everyone knew she was going to die.
But everything happens for a reason right?
You live to die.
And die to live.