Past and Present Memories of my grandparents are what I cherish. In their thoughts, I hope they see me.

The things we did together make me nourish. Toast with garlic, and baking with Mimi. Some, I do not remember: I was too young. But in my heart, they still hold a special place. Some have yet to pass, but I know the time is soon to come. I mourn with tears rolling down my face. The memories are stuck on replay. I feel alone as if I am lost at sea. I do not know what to think: I feel astray. It feels like they took a part of me. The tears I shed. Where are they now? They want me to move on, but the question is how?