Drove my grandma and I to my grandpa’s grave today.
It’s been 8 years..
I lost the closet person I had..
I was the first grand child he help.
He called me his little girl.
We went camping together.
Called me his ole’ hoot owl(:
And his pookey(:
He was my world.
Looking into his eyes, I know I’d always be safe<3
But God took him away from me…Just when I was 9..
He had stage four, skin cancer.
I remember the purple spots all over his body..
And me not knowing what was wrong with my grandpa.
I remember him crying.. and telling me to be safe, and watch my mama.
Him crying and saying I’m his little pookey</3
I miss him so much.
I miss staying with him every night.
He was more like my father.
Not a day goes by where I don’t miss him.
I can’t wait to meet him at heavens gate.
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This reminds me of my great grandfather and I when I was a lot younger, maybe 6 or 7, maybe even 8. We never went camping or anything like that, and I was his second great grand daughter, but somehow we were closer to eachother than to anyone else. Reading this reminded me of him, and I’m literally crying because I miss him. Thank you for posting this. I guess it’s the same for me as in the poem. It’s been 8 years. He had some sort of cancer too, and that’s what took him. I don’t remember if it was the same kind. I cried the most at his funeral and didn’t stop for a lot of days, especially since all the adults around me just carried on with life and kept talking about what they were going to do with the stuff and all that. Completely cold and insensitive. That’s why I learned at a young age to not love anyone, because all that happened to me was that I got hurt, and that no one cared. Even my sister who was 11 didn’t really care. I’m glad you at least had your mother there for you.
P.S. Can I post your poem on FB and Tumblr? I won’t say what site I got it from, I’ll just say I randomly found it, that you’re the author, and what it reminds me of.
I know what you mean. I cried for days.. left the room my mom told me in and cried, cried all ngiht… it was terrible. i lost my bestfriend.
and sureee that’d mean a lot((:
I didn’t really understand what being dead meant until we were at the funeral. Then I saw his body and asked something along the lines of ‘why is grandpa sleeping for a crowd of people?’. They told me that that meant he was dead. Nobody tried to soften it, or say something along the lines of “he’s in the sky now” or “he up in heaven” or even “he’s no longer in pain”. THey just said “he’s dead, and you’ll never see him move again.” That’s when I mostly understood it. Then I felt the coldness of his hand and started crying, weeping, bawling(take your pick). I wouldn’t let go of his hand either, not even when the service started. I was forced to let go when the place was going to close and we had to go home. I didn’t stop crying until I literally cried myself to sleep, and when I woke up I immediately started crying again. I’m so glad no one can see me right now. Thank you for letting me repost this on different sites. It means a lot to me too.
Yeahh.. a few years before. my uncle Jerry got in a car accident and passed away.. i stayed with him alot but i dont remember him as much.. but it was my grandpa’s son.. but anyways… i didnt understand that he died.. but dad didnt let me go to his funeral or anything.. i was so scared he wouldnt let me go to my grandpas.. i didnt want to say goodbye to my grandpa.. i wanted to lay in his casket with him forever..and just think of sleeping in the middle of him and my grandma…like old times.
Now if i lose my grandma… i’ll be torn to pieces…she is my world.
you post made me cry. its so lovely and sad. i hope your ok.
I am okay.. I learned to accept it.
But I still miss him everyday..
I’m so sorry for making you cry!
Get over it.
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Thanks for sharing. That was a great poem. I hope you find that peace you are looking for. I bet your grandfather was an awesome person.
He was the best<3 thank you.
Or a pedo
why are you being a jerk?
above comment @Donnie