Tessa S Jan 23
A group of people sit in a dimly lit room
The’re all gathering around the bed of a loved one
She isn’t awake, she rarely is anymore The tone is somber
The only sounds is the faint but steady beebs of the heart monitor and the low voices
Although they are sad, they all have small knowing smiles
They are swapping stories of their loved one on her deathbed
But the one I’ll never forget is the one I told
As I begin to tell the story I flash back to a better time
I’m sitting at the kitchen table in their house. It’s probably around 9 at night.
Grammie swap strange dreams we've had
Little did I know the dream she is about to tell me will stick with me forever
Grammie began to tell me her dream:
"I was in my hospital room  and everyone had left so I went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and Papa was there. I asked him what he was doing there since it was past visiting hours, and he just mumbled. I couldn't understand what he was saying so I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up he wasn't there." Well we've all heard the theory that if someone is in your dream they were thinking of you, so when he came to visit her that day she said, "Rocky, were you thinking about me last night?" And he said, "I'm always thinking about you."
The flashback ends and I am back to reality, in the hospital room. I look at my grandpa and he has a sad smile on his face and he looks like he might cry. "I always think about her," he says.
One day I hope to have a love like that
When I think of true love I think of them
Tessa S Nov 2017
Family crowds around a table for Thanksgiving dinner
The young girl sits across from her mom and tries to forget the sorrows they are going through
She doesn’t think about how her whole thanksgiving break has been spent in the hospital
She pretends like nothing is wrong
“Its just a normal day,” she tells herself
She tries not to think about her grandma in the hospital
She pretends as if the old woman is at home watching tv, and not sick
So sick that her time is running out
The girl sits laughing and smiling with her family
Her mom’s phone rings
Time stops
The whole room goes silent
She knows what it means, everyone does
She never knew how scary a ringtone could be
She’s been terrified of every phone call this week
The room is still silent
Time resumes
Her other grandma gasps
The girl wants to scream
Shut up, shut up, shut up
Just because the phone is ringing doesn’t mean she’s dead, she wants to yell
But deep down the girl knows exactly what the phone call means
She knows who is calling
Her mom reaches for the phone
Her fears have been confirmed
Her grandma is fading fast
Her mother leaves
No one knows how to act in this now uncomfortable situation  
Its Thanksgiving, but the girl isn’t feeling very thankful
Tessa S Sep 2017
Dim lights
A man who can’t sit up or speak
A girl in denial sits next to him
"Hospice doesn’t have to be a death sentence," she thinks
He can get better, there’s such thing as miracles
The miracle didn’t happen with Grammie, but it will with Papa, it has to
The girl goes home and writes a little script
These are all the things that will make him stay
“He has to fight when I give him the reasons, she tells herself, “he always listens to the grandkids”
She wakes up excited, ready to tell him, ready to make him fight
Her mother walks out of her room at the same time
Her mother tells her the news, the news everybody has been expecting, everybody but her, that is
Her smile drops when she hears it
Now the girl is laying on the  floor
Her knees betrayed her
She lays there screaming with tears rolling down her face
How could this happen?
The echoes of her wails bounce off the walls
Her mom stands helplessly above her, her eyes are full of pain
Down the hall way her other daughter lays in bed
She was awoken by the screams
She knows what they mean
She silently cries in her room
The house is filled with sorrow
Denial is a terrible thing
Tessa S Sep 2017
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?
Tessa S Sep 2017
Opa has many stories
Germany, Canada, America
Childhood, young adult, adulthood
Opa tells me great grandpa got taken away during the war
Never to be seen again
Rumors everywhere
Could it be true?
They say he wasn’t taken he left
Another family, then gone for good
Goodbye great father, didn’t you love them?
Dad doesn’t opa love me?
“He doesn’t know how to be a father, he’s never had one”
My father has a father, but does he really?
Never had a single hug
A father that’s there but doesn’t know how
I look at the man who loves me, the best father a person could ask for
But how did he know how to be a dad if his father was not one
“I knew what I wanted in a dad”
So many stories
An independent child who ran from the war
A father wouldn’t have changed the hardship
But did great grandpa know?
Leaving a family who loved him
His child, his grandson, his great grand daughter
All were affected
One man
One decision
A ripple effect

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