That morning, I rose quietly,
as I always do,
But I woke to stillness,
There was no usual Sunday morning bustle.
I made my way to the living room
that morning, as I always do,
"Where could they be?" I wondered,
"Grandpa, Grandma, Papa, Mama?"
I found only my sister there.
I frowned, worried,
instantly seeing something was wrong.
"Where is everyone?"
I asked softly and she looked up,
replied as softly as I had posed the question,
Eyes full of worry but ever smiling,
He would be okay,
Yes, grandpa would be fine.
So, daylight wasted away to evening,
Grandma, Papa, Mama,
they returned home to us,
reassured us that things would be fine,
Awaiting news on his condition,
we bustled about as happily as we could,
with faith in our hearts.
That night, the call came like a blow
to the chest,
Papa was to be the bearer of bad news,
A dull knocking on the window
called me to him and I could hear Grandma,
How she cried mournfully,
And I knew.
Chewing on my bottom lip,
I passed on the news to mama and sister,
I stood on the balcony,
gazing out at the stars, unable to see,
blinded by the tears spilling from me,
Then it rained and it poured
as if angels above us wept.
Oh, how it hurt,
I cannot tell you how it hurt,
And I know Grandma must have hurt more!
Papa, had lost his father,
I, my grandfather, and I cried,
just for a short time,
but I cried for him, his memory,
In an instant, I missed him so.
When the torrents eased, I smiled,
"Grandpa, I will celebrate the life
you lived!" I whispered,
I mourned no more but smiled,
He had not passed on,
for I knew he lived on in our hearts,
as many would come to say,
giving what solace they could.
Today, Grandpa, I do not cry,
I cherish the memories you have given me,
I cherish the life you have
shared with me and everyone else
who was blessed enough to know you,
I celebrate the life you have lived,
knowing you've lived happy and healthy,
surrounded by love and joy,
by family.
Goodnight, Grandfather,
In our hearts, your memory shall live
until the day we travel
to join you in our eternal slumber.
This piece, I've written like this for a reason. It's a piece in memory of my grandfather who recently passed away... I miss him, but... He lives on :3
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