My grandmother passed away this morning, while in a coma. I had to get this off my chest. Never got a chance to wish her goodbye so I wrote this prose for her. Rest in Peace Zlata Volaric.
Dear Babica,
I forgive you. I won’t hold on to the bad parts of this little tale. I’ll instead remember the good.
Dancing with you while dedek played the harmonica.
Helping you color your drawings. Watching you paint and write.
Looking through your collection of jewelry together.
My favorite part you teaching us the old balkan songs.
You also taught me that I can’t control who other people are and how they choose to treat me.
However I can control how to treat them and who I choose to become.
You finished your last chapter with a happily ever after.
Thus I pay my respects and let go my regrets.
Here’s to finding our peace in this life or the next.
Adijo,
Tanja