Memories come full circle

I have been distracted in many ways these past few weeks.
One of the things includes my family and something that happened 10 years ago.
It may be Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but there is another type of cancer that I always am aware of, especially in October.
Ten years ago, my mother's mother, my Nana, died of lung cancer. She was 67 years young.
And she smoked most of her life on Earth.
I was young, too young to talk to her seriously about life and men, but not too young for her to make a lasting impact on my life.
I still canát believe sheás gone, and when my mother and I stood by her grave during the weekend, it was just as shocking as the night she died.
Now, with similar circumstances creeping, lurking into my family's life, I can't help but to be distracted into a time of reflection.

With that said, I would like to share something I wrote about my Nana, Mary:

Her gentle spirit
always embracing my small body
Her body towered over mine.

Pleasing her granddaughter
and teaching her
the ways of God

Leaving this Earth
with sin on her lungs
but love in her heart.

— Bethany