Missing you a little more

My dearest granda
I miss you more each day
If that is possible
To miss in more than one way?

When I see fragile people
I feel usurp and mad
Why is it you instead of them
I think and instantly become sad.

You would want me happy
You said of my, you were proud
I was a talk-active, joyful baby
Never upfront or loud.

But I cant let you go
As long as I live, and how hard I try
You will remain a part of me forever
I will promise never to say "Goodbye."