I sat in this chair for no more than a day, yet it felt more like from October to May. The winter came early and refused to go, I begged you to spare me but you could not even reply with a single "No." Those dimples you once cared to love, only one remains, the other flew away like a dove being released from its restraints. The smile you brought just by your presence, decided to drift, no longer feeling any pleasance, no more a "kick" or "swift". I sat in this chair for no more than a day, yet it felt more like October to May. I sat in this very chair, long enough to see the change in the air. I sat in that very chair for far too long, because you are not where you belong. You died that very day, which felt more like October to May. *- l.c.g.
Dedicated in memory to my loving grandfather. October 2nd, 1931 - September 2nd, 2013