Life isn't the same without you.Mardi Gras is not the same. Christmas is not the same. Easter, too. I am not the same. Grandpa is not the same. The house isn't the same. Nothing is. I keep your picture in my wallet, and it's just about the only thing that gets me through the day. I drive your car, but it feels empty without your direction. I write music in hopes that you will hear it in your celestial home. I hope you are proud. But I feel that what I do, now is not enough because there is so much that I didn't do. There's so much I wish I would've said. There's so much I wish I could've done. Wish I could hear that you're proud of me, or even get to see your smile. I wish your hand wasn't clenched, so that I could hold you lifeless hand, in hopes that maybe you'd come back. I wish I could say everything on my mind. But, alas, I cannot. All I have to maybe get to you is a melody. A melody and a prayer. You may be gone, but my love still stands strong. I love you, Nana.