A Poem For My Grandpa

My dear beloved Grampy died September 17, 2001.  He was man that had this "spirit."  To me, he was immortal. When he died, a light in my life diminished.  I want to thank Eoin Macken for posting that poem he wrote about his father, because it caused me to find the poem I wrote 10 years ago for him.  It is horrible, makes no sense, but it was definitely my feelings at the time.

Grandpa

You held me close

When I was put into your arms.

So tiny,

So fragile,

But you knew what to do.

In the later years,

I played with the Velcro on your shoes

And you made it seem like it hurt,

But I knew you were tricking me.

When I wasn't feeling sweet

Or pretty,

You made me feel important.

There won't be another Grandpa like you.

And you left me so quick.

And why?

The penalties of mistakes made

Before I was ever born.

Grandpa I miss you.

And wish I had another moment with you.

Now you are with Him.

He will protect you.

And you will watch over all of us

Protect us with the love you've given us.

I love you Grampy.

He died about a year after he was pronounced terminal.  In late August 2001, I asked God (when I still believed in Him) that if he had to die, that it should be sooner rather than later, since he was suffering.  He didn't even make it a month before he got bad and died.  And I am fighting back tears writing this.  I shall type up the recounting of his last days, the day he died, and his funeral.  It's on my private blog.