When i was sitting there listening to my mom trying to explain, i realized things were never going to be the same, i started crying and yelling and asking why, why do they have to close a beautiful persons eyes?, she never answered just walked out of the room, the next day i was standing right next to you, i started crying and slipped a rose under your hand, grandpa, am i ever going to see you again, then the next day after that, we had to sit and listen to them shoot of the guns, grandpa, did you hear it all the way up there, if you did, then you had to of heard me crying and laying on ur coffin telling you i love you so much, when i was little you held me so tight, know i cant feel your hands as if theyre gone for the angels to have,then 2 years later i came back to your grave, set flowers down, and prayed, god, i loved him, and still do, please look after him just as i look up to you.
