Pain hits home hard this year,
and it's hard to spread that holiday cheer.
Especially when death takes hold,
of lives we swore would never grow old.

It's hard to imagine someone full of life
a couple days ago,
could be gone and leave us in strife
and how it happened, we do not know.

His grandsons are too young to remember,
and it will always seem like December.
The December without the same cheer,
is what I fear.

He was only 57
he was quick with a joke and a story,
How can someone full of life be sent to heaven
and become a part of our family history.

I heard the news today,
of how he died and it's not okay.
My last words to him were 'Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year'
and I gave him a hug and he smiled from ear to ear.

His last words to me were
"Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year. Safe home, i'll see you next year."
The thing is I won't see him.
He was my nephews grandpa, and I knew him for several years.

It's just hard to accept that someone is gone.