On his death bed
I say good-bye
For his physical form
Has to die
But I don't worry
Cause I'll see him again
Another time, another place
Who knows how, who knows when
God has a plan
For everyone's life
You don't always have to live
In pain and strife
He was meant to soar
With the angels above
But no matter what happens
He'll always have my love
*10/22/2002
I wrote this the day my grandpa died. It was the hardest thing I had ever had to deal with. Usually writing helps me with my struggles, but no matter how many poems I wrote the depression of this experience wouldn't leave. That year was so hard for me.
