I didn't know what it was like,
Until this morning,
My heart stabbed by a spike,
But his soul is soaring.
When it finally sinks in,
I can't talk to him anymore,
His spirit now in Heaven,
Now and forevermore.
I didn't get to know him that well,
But seeing my father sad,
My tears that fell,
But his soul is free, and I'm glad.
Grandpa, when I said goodbye, I forgot to tell you I love you.
But my mom said that you already knew.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
I didn't know what it was like,
Until this morning,
My heart stabbed by a spike,
But his soul is soaring.
When it finally sinks in,
I can't talk to him anymore,
His spirit now in Heaven,
Now and forevermore.
I didn't get to know him that well,
But seeing my father sad,
My tears that fell,
But his soul is free, and I'm glad.
Grandpa, when I said goodbye, I forgot to tell you I love you.
But my mom said that you already knew.
My grandpa Richard passed away this morning. When I said goodbye to him on Monday, seeing him in a state of what seemed like suffering, I cried. I hate "Goodbye". I hate it. I didn't get to know my grandpa to well. But it still impacted me.