That has been on my mind for a while now.
For those of you who don't know I lost my grandma to the terrible disease, cancer, on January 31, 2007. She was not only my grandma but she was my best friend, my 2nd mom, my home away from home, and my everything.
Her name was Sandra Kae Marquart, but I simply called her Grandma. Her cooking was amazing, her hands always soft, and her heart and home always open and warm.
She was diagnosed with cancer around the beginning of summer in 2006. As the months progressed she became weaker, lost her hair, lost her memory, and on my 14 birthday; lost her battle with cancer. On MY day she left me... is that selfish of me to say? For 3 years now I have had to stay happy on my birthday despite the fact that all I really ever want to do is hide out in my room and cry. I share the one day of the year that should be all about me with the one person in the world I wish I could see. What is wrong with me? Every year I look at the same amazingly cool Spider man cake my mom always gets for me. Every year another candle added, but the wish stays the same. To hold her in my arms just one more time. I get so angry that she left this Earth on my day, but then I remember.. It isn't that I lost her on my birthday. I gained her memory every second of my birthday. I feel her more in that 24 hours than any other day of the year. She walks with me, talks to me, sings with me and laughs at me and the crazy things I do. Ya the tears won't every completely go away after I blow out my candles.. But I still can't wait for that one day of the year when she is with me stronger than ever and even more so, the day when I can walk next to her and be at complete peace with myself and the entire world.
I have struggled for a long time to understand why God took her away from me when I needed her most in life. I have selfishly held on to her memory and have not been able to move on in my own life. Have I found the healthy balance between moving on in my own life but yet still keeping her memory alive in my life as well?
Around this time of the year I especially think about her often. Very seldom do I cry anymore. That usually only happens on my birthday and Christmas.
I miss her.
I write a blog as you can tell but I also write Poetry. (Well try to at least) This is a Poem I wrote about a month after my grandma passed and I really have never shared it publicly. I am ready to now.
Guardian Angel

So many questions that I have for you,
Like why did you have to leave so soon?
You were a Friend, a Grandma, and a Mom,
It's so hard to believe that now you are gone.
You were 65 and still going strong,
But four months later something went so very wrong.
You got cancer and became deathly ill,
And through out the months you began to be still.
As you got sicker our Love became stronger,
It kills me inside that you didn't stay longer.
Birthdays, Christmas and Halloween,
So many great memories that we have all seen.
You inspired me to do what I Love,
And I know you're watching from above.
You were beautiful inside and out,
You taught me what life is all about.
Cherish your loved ones, no matter what they do,
Because nothing can change how much the Love you.
It was my birthday, what a joyous day,
But God had different plans and wouldn't let you stay.
So now you're in heaven what a wonderful thing,
To see God and Jesus, and hear Angels sing.
People have come and people have went,
But you were our angel that God had sent.
To keep the family together through thick and thin,
You were the reason we never gave in.
You were a fighter; and fought till the end,
Now a message of love we would all like to send.
It's time to move on and stop all the crying,
Because we know you in heaven and finally flying.
So the end of this poem comes a message of love,
We're never alone you're always watching from above.
Written By: Taylor Knuth
Till next time everyone.
-TK