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you ever have that feeling something was wrong

and no matter what you do you'll always be late

or you just wont get there in time

i love you gradpa,

and im sorry i couldnt be there for you

i tried

i got in my car and drove as fast as i could

but it just seems that i couldnt make it

just like you couldnt hang on

because like life

when death comes you go when your ready.

maybe if i didnt pack those cloths

or write those notes

just maybe then i could have been there on time

to tell you on last thing

and im forever sorry that i couldnt be there  

and tell you one time that i love you

and at the funeral

i couldnt bear to be in that cold room any longer

staring at the curators interpretation of what you look like

gramps ill never see you again

im sorry i couldnt be there for you in the end

i wrote you a note

and put it in your casket

i know youll never read it

but i know you have already seen it

i never told you how much you ment to me

and part of my heart will never be at piece

because i was just a little to late

but you had your own fate

and i know you held on

for your son my mother and grandmom

you were loved by many

and you wil be missed by all