You know that doesn't work. Just not thinking about something doesn't make it go away. It sometimes makes it worse. I've been thinking about my grandmother a lot lately. It's weird but I really miss her. Like a lot. This song kinda reminds me of when she was really sick right before she died. My grandfather would at night go and sleep right by her side.

Walking Her Home, Mark Schultz

Looking back
He sees it all
It was her first date the night he came to call
And her dad said son
have her home on time
and promise me you'll never leave her side
He took her to a show in town
and he was ten feet off the ground

as he was walking her home
Holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled
stole the breathe right out of him
down that old road
with the star up above
he remembers where he was
when he fell in love
he was walking her home

ten more years and a waiting room
at half past one
and the doctor said come in and meet your son
his knees went weak
when he saw his wife
she was smiling as she said he's got your eyes
and as she slept he held her tight
his mind went back to that first night

as he was walking her home
Holding her hand
Oh, the way she smiled
stole the breathe right out of him
down that old road
with the star up above
he remembers where he was
when he fell in love
he was walking her home

He walked her through the best days of her life
Sixty years together and he never left her side
a nursing home at eighty-five
and the doctor said it could be her last night
and the nurse said oh should we tell him now
or should he wait until morning to find out
but when they checked her room that night
the was laying by her side

oh he was walking her home
and holding her hand
oh the way she smiled
when he said this not the end
and just for a while they were eighteen
and she was still more beautiful to him than anything
he was walking her home
he was walking her home
looking back he sees it all
it was her first date the night he came to call