Grandfather Death Poem

After 5 years of not seeing him, I went on holiday to Europe for a visit. I spent the next 3 months travelling daily to and from his hospital bed. At 12 years old I helplessly watched my grandfather die of cancer.

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On July 3rd 2014, my grandpa was shot and killed by his brother in law by accident. I remember doing fireworks when my dad told me. It was the worse thing I ever heard. I'm only 17 and some of …

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© Veronika Jendruch more by Veronika Jendruch

Published: Nov 2010

Goodbye Grandfather

You never know the extent of a word
Until you use it
You never know the impact of a word
Until you abuse it
You never know what could or couldn't have been
Until you lose it
You'll never live through the good times in between
Because you lost it
Please when you say goodbye
Make it count for what it's worth
Put some value on the word
It may be the last one ever heard
What I would give to see his face
Just one last time
He's lying in a better place
So I'll just smile and say it's fine
We never got to share a dance
Or celebrate together
If only we had one last chance
I'd make it last forever
I would show him how good I've done
And how much better I still can do
I'd show him how much he meant to me
And how much I loved him to
I'd thank him for always being there
And sending me all his love
I want to feel him one more time
Give him one last hug
He was the strongest male figure
I ever came across
He wore a smile even though
He knew how much he lost
The word goodbye left my lips
So quickly and so hollow
If only I knew it was forever
Id tell him only until tomorrow
I'd make sure he kept fighting
Even though he was tired and weak
I'd be there to stop him crying
Whilst sleeping I'd kiss him on the cheek.
And if it was his last 10 breathes
That he would only ever get
I'd take his hand and tell him
That him I would never forget
Followed by that little word
That makes him know its time
That little word that makes me cry
I'd tell him, Grandfather Goodbye

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  • by Natasha, Mandan ND
  • 8/31/2014

On July 3rd 2014, my grandpa was shot and killed by his brother in law by accident. I remember doing fireworks when my dad told me. It was the worse thing I ever heard. I'm only 17 and some of my cousins are so young they won't even remember him and it saddens me so much. I took geology class this summer and he was so proud. He would pick me up from school and talk about this trilobite fossil he had and how he really wanted to show me it. He died before he could show me. I also remember we would play 20 questions together and I spy and tell stories. The last time he was at my house I hardly talked to him because I was just watching TV. The image of him driving away for the last time is burned in my mind and I feel incredibly guilty. We found out shortly after he died that he was going to buy my parents a camper and surprise us. Its soo sad. I just want him back. This has been the worst summer of my life.

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