For my Gram...
If only there were cell phones in heaven, this would not be so cruel.
I could still call you with all my secrets, and you could still help me think things through.
I’ve never told you a lie in my life—at times I bet you wish I had.
If only there were cell phones in heaven, I could still confide in you, no matter how good or how bad
If only there were cell phones in heaven, I could hear your voice forever.
And you could hear my strength and courage, because with patience and time my broken heart will get better.
After all, you taught me I always make it through
And as usual you are right, I somehow always do.
You should know I believe in angels, so I expect nonetheless.
Watch over me, will you? This is what you do best.
Since there are no cell phones in heaven, I promise you this now,
I will take care of Pop in every way that I know how.
So please do not be scared, Pop will be in amazing hands.
You need not feel guilty either, we have no control over God’s plans.
There are no cell phones in heaven, so I must tell you this as much as I can,
I love you, I love you, I love you…
And refuse to see this as the end.
No distance between us has ever torn us apart.
And I believe we will always be connected, from the bottom of my heart.
So I love you, I love you, I love you
…Until we meet again.