My grandfather was only 66,
On September 25, 2010
When he left this world.
I miss him,
More than I have shown.
I haven’t cried,
Haven’t let my emotions be seen.
Though normally,
I can barely keep
My head level.
Why now,
Do I have the ability
To keep a lid tightly sealed?
Hearts seem to beat slower
During a funeral,
Or a memorial.
Tears fall faster than most realize.
We take the time to grieve,
Those who have left this earth.
Some leave without pain,
Without suffering.
Others pass on without remembering
The day before,
Or that they told their son,
Directly for the first time,
“I love you, Scott.”
My dad became a little misty-eyed
As he said,
“I love you, too, Dad…”
Liver cancer made my grandpa give up
On living.
A severe infection
Put him in pain.
Mersa in his blood,
Made him lose
His last shred of hope…
Papa Mike,
You will forever be remembered
In our hearts,
And in our spirits.
I love you, Papa…
I miss you…