Sitting in his lap was always the best thing...especially if I wanted a Sundrop and a Reese Cup
Riding in his pickup truck down the road to the store was an everyday treat
Oh what I would give to ride in that truck one more time!
Hearing him tell me \"Now, I want you to be one of the smart ones! Stay away from that stupid stuff\"
Just to hear him say that to me one more time could surely break me of my bad habits.
He loves me more, No he loves me more, We always used to argue...me and that crazy cousin of mine.
I hated my cousin back then, (but Grandaddy did love me more!)...
Oh what I would give to have Grandaddy punish me one more time for arguing.
I could never look at him when I had done wrong, I hated to disappoint him more than anyone.
He was my hero, my buddy, my best friend, my everything...
He made me a promise, he would live to see mine and my cousin\'s children
He made that promise in his 70\'s...it hurts so bad to know he won\'t be there.
I remember the terrible perms mom and ma-ma always used to give me..
Grandaddy always said I was the most beautiful thing on God\'s green earth.
He had an aura about him, he could make anyone smile, I hope inherit that from him...
I loved my Grandaddy. His crystal blue eyes got right shiny when he was proud of me.
His half crooked smile was worth doing anything that I could possibly do right.
Where you saw my Grandaddy, you saw his pack of Juicy Fruit chewing gum.
And his little weiner dog, Gator. Oh what I would give to see that dog again!
Grandaddy was on his death bed...still, trying to make everyone around him smile.
Strong-willed, hardworking, and courageous, Grandaddy never let me down.
He wouldn\'t really die I thought, so I never took the time to tell him how much I cared.
Grandaddy would always be around, thats what he promised..he didn\'t break his promises.
One o\'clock one morning came, and Grandaddy was gone...died in his sleep..
I cried a few tears and stopped. I couldn\'t let my family see me hurting. I would be strong for him.
He hated when I cried, so I accepted it, and pushed it away. I comforted the rest of the family.
Watching him being loaded into the ambulance, it still didn\'t hit me..
The anniversary of a year, and it still had not yet hit me...the anniversary of six...
Now it has hit me...my Grandaddy is gone. My childhood is gone. My hero...is gone.
I realize now, I\'m alone. I must stand up and make my Grandaddy proud..I\'ve got a long way to go.
I wish I had\'ve said goodbye. But he always told me to never say \"goodbye\". He said it sounded too final.
He said to say \"cya later\"...but goodbye was appropriate, because it was final...too final..
Oh what I would give just to say goodbye....
This is definately one of my favorite poems. It makes me think about my Grandaddy and all the fun we had together...
