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What am I meant to say?

how am I meant to feel?



He's gone. A grain in the sands of time.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.



Looking back through the years, I pray that I had

more time with him. But I can't. I can never go back.

I will never hear his soft voice echo my life again.



A mere photo is all I have to cling to. A lifetime,

all in one photograph. And that is it, that is my

grandad.



Young and naïve I long-awaited each Wednesday.

Off to the pub for lunch and for many a joke

from my grandad.

Everything was funny - he always wore a smile.



But now. Now. Confused, hurt, alone.

I love you grandad, I just hope that you know.



The phonecall. The announcement. My world just fell

apart. Back to the ward where we once stood -

back to the start. Back to the beginning which is

now his end.

The emotion on his face will forever haunt me.

But his love and personality will always remain in

my heart.



I love you grandad. I miss you so much