Hospice, a word I know too well by now
They say he won’t last very long
But I know he can pull through it, he just has to fight
I believe in him
Do you believe in yourself Papa?
You just have to fight
Please Papa, please
Four months ago I had both of you, but now you’re all that’s left
Please Papa please, please don’t leave me
Do you need a reason to fight?
I can give you eleven
Eleven grandchildren who love you
Is that not enough?
I can give you four more
Four children who would be devastated to lose you
But he didn’t fight
But I can’t blame him, he loved her too much to be without her
I miss you papa, I miss you both
I’m no longer twelve anymore Papa, I wish you could see me now
Seven years later a young adult stands over their graves
She’s no longer a child, she’s grown up
Braces, high school, a boyfriend, prom, graduation, and now she’s off to college
All the things they’ve missed
I wish you could have seen what I have become
Are you proud of me Grammie? Are you proud of me Papa?