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His memory

Author: girly101
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Apparently he died Monday at 3 from heart failure. He had lucemia but had been treated and stuff a long time ago (5 years ago they started taking action)
My grandpa (the one that died was my great grandpa.. though he was more of grandpa or a dad than I ever had) didnt call and tell us. Its been about a week and we got a letter from my aunt telling us. I new my grandpa didnt like us... but this is beyond being an ass.
I want to kill him.

I just read through this and admit its definetly very spurratic and not very good. But im going to leave it up anyways, because it has alot of raw emotion for me and I wrote it at a time when the wound was still bleeding. I wont be able to rewrite this and get the same emotion. When I read it I feel it, and I remember how it felt as I wrote it.
Im going to keep it that way :)
So if someone happens to stumble upon it, just keep that in mind.

His memory

Even when I was to big,
I sat on his knee.
And listened as he sang,
sang his old songs to me.
Songs id never heard of,
if he hadent repeated them everyday.
I used to sing them with him,
it used to be okay.

He drove me everywhere,
Anywhere we needed to be.
He bought us the stuff we needed,
but mostly the stuff we didnt.see
He was the dad I didnt always have,
the guy who went to every game.
And grinned and nodded,
to the future I said id have; full of my fame.

you see
One day,
when I was staying overnight.
My mom was out of town,
and darkness had stolen the light.

It was a rainy,
windy night.
And the news flashed of tornado's,
but grandpa new what to do. oh grandpa

Opened all the windows,
And we threw open the door.
I really didnt think this was right,
but id never done it before.

I was sobbing, breaking down with tears
But he scolded me, and hushed my fears.
It was a long scary night,
and until I was asleep all I could think of was fright.

Nothing bad happened, but I had been a little mean
In my fear and worry, of the scary scene
that night
Id yelled about how grampa was wrong,
as he watched the news he was just singing a song
All wrong!

But we made it through that storm,
cause grandpa kept us safe,
but nows hes left me here,
and I still fear.

The storm; my life
still rages on,
and now hes not beside me, hes gone
I cant make it without him,
not in this place,
Not in this storm,
Ill fall from grace.

I cant stand up,
all by myself,
Im not ready to walk alone,
I need his help, please guide me

I need his eyes on my back,
His smile warm,
his eyes proud.
I need him to talk to me, out loud
and tell me hes here.
I love you

When I fall, off of my bike,
I need him to help me up, put me back on
And say, good try
Lets do it again
He cant though, he had to die

What if I fall?
Will I just crawl
on, low in life?
I need you grandpa,
I cant do it alone.
I wanna call you on the telephone
"Grandpa I love you"
"Hes not here
dear, hes gone."

I gotta send you my letter,
Cause grandpa, I love you.
You gotta know I do,
I want to hold you to me,
never let you cease to be.
But I let you go.
And your gone,
you left

Past the point of no return.

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  This is beautiful. I hope to have a tribute like this from someone when my number is up.
| Posted on 2008-10-20 00:00:00 | by Immortalis | [ Reply to This ]
  A lovely poem , am sure he would have loved it
| Posted on 2008-10-19 00:00:00 | by Squall Leon Hea | [ Reply to This ]

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