My favourite lady

Not a day goes by where I don't think about you and even though your gone I'm still hearing your voice too, when I first got the phone call that said you had passed I felt a feeling of relief but now I'm permanently scarred, relief is the word I've used as it fits so well, no more worrying about the pain you and grandad felt, you got me missing you both so much it's like I'm under a spell and till the day I see you again it's your memories that will dwell.

You've seen me go through copious amounts of appointments and consultations, So it pained me that your passing came before my operation, you were with me from the start of that and you know that I'd been patient and knowing I wouldn't see you after sent my mind racing. The 6 weeks recovery was very hard and draining but I'd do it all over again just to see your life sustaining. 

Your not here in person and it hurts like mad, so many happy memories but all I'm feeling is sad. One more conversation and a hug is what I crave so bad. 

I could never express the way I felt when it came to the day of your funeral, the lump in my throat and that feeling in my stomach seemed to be so unremovable, but the love and support our family received was a reflection of your personality, beautiful.

I was overwhelmed but not surprised at the amount of people who attended and what made the day harder was the news we received that grandads life had also ended. So as one chapter closes.. another one starts, all it's made me realize is that you could never be apart, but you'll always remain with us and always in our hearts.

So much pain and heartache caused by loosing two special lives, it seems to be everyday that I'm diving into my memory archives, reminiscing about the days that we had at your house, remembering grandads milky coffees with that old famous grouse. 

No amount of words could justify the love you gave me and out of all the people in my life you were my favorite lady, maybe not for long though as we're expecting our first baby, if we do have a daughter she'll become my favorite lady, don't ever think you've been replaced or even been demoted, the kind of love I have for you is the kind that is devoted.

By Andrew Goodliffe