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It was hard Straining to hear your words Trying to keep a conversation, not just a monologue Trying to fill that sterile, silent room With life and sound and joy It was hard Seeing your strong hands Always creating, building, giving Growing inescapably weaker Noticing the windows of coherency Moments of quips and quirks Growing inescapably shorter It was a lot harder Waking up and with a breath of bitter melancholy relief Finding 5 missed calls
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Grandfather
It was hard Straining to hear your words Trying to keep a conversation, not just a monologue Trying to fill that sterile, silent room With life and sound and joy It was hard Seeing your strong hands Always creating, building, giving Growing inescapably weaker Noticing the windows of coherency Moments of quips and quirks Growing inescapably shorter It was a lot harder Waking up and with a breath of bitter melancholy relief Finding 5 missed calls
From the passing of my grandfather
#family#loss#mourning#grief
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Nonzensical
30/M/Norway
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
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