Meet You There
After coming across “Welcome to My Life” last week, I’ve been listening to Simple Plan here and there for the nostalgia.
I’ve never really shared much about this, I’ve kept it more to myself but here it goes! The song that’s hitting me today is “Meet You There.” This week, my grandma would have celebrated her 93rd birthday, but she passed in June of 2021, at the age of 91. So many of the lyrics in this song hit me as I think about her today.
“A part of me is gone and I’m not moving on.” Maybe I’m more accurately a part of her, but the sentiment is the same. I’ve never felt such immediate and devastating loss as the day she slipped away. Her and I were so similar and even things I do remind me of her. It’s that comforting but yet chilling feeling of knowing that grandma would have done it this way. I can’t move on. It’s natural for us to lose grandparents, for her sake I’m obviously happy that she passed before me. Every day without her there is an emptiness.
”I wish I could have told you the things I kept inside.” Thankfully, we got to spend a lot of time together and we were really close, but I want to say a million more “I Love You”‘s. I want to tell her about things that happen in my life; often something will happen that I know she’d have loved to hear about.
“So many things remind me of you.” Pansies. Owls. Certain songs. The many things of hers I was given before and after her passing. I could go on. In nearly two years, not a day goes by that I haven’t thought about her.
“I know the day will come. I’ll meet you there, no matter where life takes me to. I’ll meet you there. And even if I need you here, I’ll meet you there.”
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I’ve never really shared much about this, I’ve kept it more to myself but here it goes! The song that’s hitting me today is “Meet You There.” This week, my grandma would have celebrated her 93rd birthday, but she passed in June of 2021, at the age of 91. So many of the lyrics in this song hit me as I think about her today.
“A part of me is gone and I’m not moving on.” Maybe I’m more accurately a part of her, but the sentiment is the same. I’ve never felt such immediate and devastating loss as the day she slipped away. Her and I were so similar and even things I do remind me of her. It’s that comforting but yet chilling feeling of knowing that grandma would have done it this way. I can’t move on. It’s natural for us to lose grandparents, for her sake I’m obviously happy that she passed before me. Every day without her there is an emptiness.
”I wish I could have told you the things I kept inside.” Thankfully, we got to spend a lot of time together and we were really close, but I want to say a million more “I Love You”‘s. I want to tell her about things that happen in my life; often something will happen that I know she’d have loved to hear about.
“So many things remind me of you.” Pansies. Owls. Certain songs. The many things of hers I was given before and after her passing. I could go on. In nearly two years, not a day goes by that I haven’t thought about her.
“I know the day will come. I’ll meet you there, no matter where life takes me to. I’ll meet you there. And even if I need you here, I’ll meet you there.”
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