Grandparent Poem

I am 13 years old, and my grandpa died when I was 11. Our family lost a true hero, and we miss him so much. It's like someone ripped our family heart right in half.

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Our Family Misses You

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Published: September 2014

I know you're up; high above.
Shining down on me, your heavenly love.

Right now, there's a family that is in tears, remembering
those bright years.

That family misses you every day; they helped you all the way.
You were their hero, best friend, and companion.

The way you had shown them how to live, and laugh and grow,
was the best thing they needed to know.

There's a family that misses you, needs you, and wants you.

It's our family.

We all love you, need you, and want you.

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