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My LiFe In WoRdS.... Grammpa,
You're gone now.
But you really aren't.
There are things I should have said.
But I didn't.
I wished I had one chance to hug you again.
But I don't.
Because you are gone.
But you really aren't.
Grammpa...
I miss you.
I miss mine too. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to know him possibly any better than you and your grandfather. He passed away when I was about three. The only, only memory I have of him was when he'd feed me in the morning because he's available and everyone's working. That is the only time I've gotten close to him and will not know him much more. Great poem. Sometimes writing about the ones you care permits you to always keep them in the heart.