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Dear Grandpa

Have I always been a disappointment to you,

As you watch down on me from heaven,

If there even is a heaven to begin with?

Did you cringe at every wrong decision I made,

Every step away from your god I ever took?

I wonder if you cry for me,

If you wish I would change.

 

I'm not sure if you know,

But some nights I cry over you.

I think how I'm never going to see you again,

How you'll never hold me in your arms.

I miss you, more than anything in the world,

But now you're dead,

As you've been for seven years,

And I'll never get to watch Spongebob with you again.

I'll never get to eat your fried fish,

Or go fishing with you, ever again.

I hope, if there is a heaven, that you're happy.

I hope that some day everyone else can join you there,

And I'm sorry I won't be able to.

 

Now all I have is my memories,

And even those are fading.

I barely remember anything,

Only your last few months,

And when you went to the hospital.

They wouldn't let me see you,

I was too young.

So I sat in the waiting room

While you were slowly taken away from me.

Now I'll say what I was never allowed to say,

Goodbye.

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