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Loved one
Losing a loved one is never the way you expect it to be,
Sometimes it is so slow that you can see them withering away before your eyes,
And then sometimes it is so fast that they are already gone before you can say “I love you”
I never really knew the real you, who danced through the night,
And had a party for everything, but they tell me stories of you,
And how much you were loved.
I know that we’ve grown close, and I hold you inside of my soul,
For you are my last grandfather, my very best pal.
I hope that you are going somewhere warm, and that you will be you again.
I hope that one day we will meet again far from here,
And Until then,
I’ll wait for you in the skies and the stars.
Sometimes it is so slow that you can see them withering away before your eyes,
And then sometimes it is so fast that they are already gone before you can say “I love you”
I never really knew the real you, who danced through the night,
And had a party for everything, but they tell me stories of you,
And how much you were loved.
I know that we’ve grown close, and I hold you inside of my soul,
For you are my last grandfather, my very best pal.
I hope that you are going somewhere warm, and that you will be you again.
I hope that one day we will meet again far from here,
And Until then,
I’ll wait for you in the skies and the stars.
Published 11th Jan 2021
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11th Jan 2021 3:23am
The loss of a loved one is never easy to reconcile. You and your eloquent words are a lovely tribute to your departed grandfather. Take a tiny bit of solace in knowing you honored him so well.
Ty for sharing.
🌹
xo
Ty for sharing.
🌹
xo
11th Jan 2021 8:02am
A tender hearted eulogy.
Put it on fine parchment,
place it in good frame,
leave at his grave,
next visit.
Just a thought.
Peace,
Andres
Put it on fine parchment,
place it in good frame,
leave at his grave,
next visit.
Just a thought.
Peace,
Andres
