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Ode to my Grandfather
16 Years wasn’t enough
Not enough summers in Massachusetts,
Late night phase 10,
Not enough time.
When you left I lost
My confidant.
You inspired me everyday.
But your gone,
And I am still here.
But I can’t be selfish,
I know what is was like,
The pain of a t-shirt,
The guilt of thinking you self absorbed,
I know.
They thought you were selfish,
But you were doing what you
Thought was best for you.
I know what it's like to be judged
By those, who despite their best efforts,
Could never understand the struggles,
We go through everyday.
It was your time, your body was ready.
I wasn’t ready to lose you forever,
But I will survive,
I have to.
You always told me that sometimes,
You need to be selfish and put you
First.
And I will, I will get up and get better
Because of you.
You mean the world to me, I hope
You knew how much I love you.
I didn’t get to say goodbye,
But I was never good at those.
Consider this a promise,
You will always be with me,
And I will hear your voice encouraging me
To be the best.

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This piece was written one week after the death of my grandfather, because I was having a hard time coping with the loss of him. He was someone who especially in the last few months has been the person I talked to the most because he understood a lot of what is was like to live life in excrutiating pain given my medical condition. When he died it was and still is hard for me to cope with so I worte this poem to say goodbye.