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GRANDPA
Grandpa,
I miss you.
I miss your strong arms
holding me tight.
I miss the time
We spent together,
No matter how much of a journey
it was.
I could barely stand
your funeral, but
your son, my father
Held my hand.
And then your first grandchild
Folded her arms around me,
holding me close.
But the worse part of all
Was not your long sickness,
not the news of your death,
But the sound of dirt
Thudding on your coffin
Covering you
in the ground,
So that I will never see you
ever again.
I wish I could have felt
your arms cuddling me
that day,
Like the last time I saw you,
and the countless times before that.
But every time I remember that bear hug,
I’ll think of you,
And I’ll look up into the sky
to see your smiling face,
telling me that you’ll never be far away.
I love you.
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