Dieing..(grandpa)

by Trying To Love Is The Hardest Thing   Nov 3, 2007


He cant feel his legs
Thinks about every step he takes
Flys down the street in the car
Drops me at the end of the driveway at my house
Starts walking up my driveway
Falls
Turns to me and says
"I'm dieing I Love You So Much"
"Thanks For Going With Me Today"

Tears fall from my eyes as he drives home just hoping He will make it.(this might be the last time i see him)

*I told him to stay with my family at our house but he just drove off as i tried to help*

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  • 17 years ago

    by sam

    Im so sorry, my grandpa is the same way, he is 89, almost 90. Be safe and always make sure the people you love know that you love them. Keep writing poems and come look at mine sometimes.

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