Let me grieve while you're awake,
Let me mourn before your passing.
Let my tears flow; let my heart break.
Hear my voice crack; feel my hands shake.
Let me reach you, let me run.
Let me love you before you're gone!
But this last request, you can't fulfill.
Because I'm too late. Your heart is still.
How will I live without you?
It will never be the same.
Where will I ever find you?
Nowhere but in my heart again.
I'll see you one day in heaven.
This much, I know.
You lived to seventy-seven
With a life as pure as snow.
You will never be forgotten
At least not by me.
Thank you, my dear Grandma,
For having loved me.