Family grandpa death remembering
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Death lurks on every doorstep.Waiting to be let inside. This time my grandpa was his quarry.Before it was my dad and grandma. This time was different,This time I was different.
Dear God,
The great all glorious man in the sky
It's me,
you're originally raised catholic girl who's grandparents installed in her your love
I stayed a good girl for a long time, I prayed and I went to church
My papa had a pacemaker,
And it sounded like a clock.
I layed my head upon his chest,
And heard his heart tick tock.
Take it easy
He would say
As we walked out the door
After a kiss
Goodbye
Whether we leave for a week
Or leave for the park
He’d say it
That was his special way
He was a great one.
Father, Husband, Brother, and Grandfather
Warrior at heart and yet still light-hearted
He was a great one
He would always taste my cookies no matter how bad they tasted
