He came to me the night he died.
But in my dream he was still alive.
He told me he was sorry, but had to move on.
He let me know he would always love me,
and for me not to cry, or ask god why.
With those words,
he gently grabbed my hand and placed it on the center of his chest.
As he held it there, I could feel rhythmic thumping decelerate.
When his heartbeat came to a cold halt,
he gradually faded into the blackness.
When I couldn't see him anymore,
I started to cry,"Please don't leave me Grandpa."
But before the words came I awoke.
Tears flowing down my cheeks.
I thought to myself ,"At least it was only a dream."
Not a second later the phone rang.
It was my mom with the dreadful news.
She said he died a painless death, that his heart just needed to rest.
Three days later they put my grandpa in the ground.
As days turned into weeks, weeks into months, the grief and tear filled eyes slowly disappeared.
The cut made on my heart was turned into a scar.
Thoughts of how sad I was, slipped my mind.
People said how surpised they were to see me taking it so well, since I used to be so close.
When they ask me how I kept from crumbling down.
I just smile and say,"He came to me the night he died, but in my dream he was still alive."
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Submission Name: He came to me the night he died.
