This poem is written about my great grandfather, who isn’t dead yet but from what i’ve been told is dying. I don’t know much but there’s apparently a tear in his intestines somewhere, it can be treated but he said it’s not what he wants, he said he was ready to go. I wrote this because the theme made me think of the 5 stages of grief, and that reminded me of my grandpa, so I wrote this about him. The 5 stages of grief are; Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and acceptance. I wrote this poem in order of the stages with a small mental thought process that might be thought throughout the stage, making this poem I did some research on the stages of grief to ensure I wrote it as accurately as possible. I always thought my grandfather was a strong person, even as he got older and older his mentality remained the same, he always remained calm and I don't think ever in my life i’ve seen him angry. Last time I saw my grandpa was his birthday I’m pretty sure, I don’t remember how old he was, it was a little while ago. I should get to see him again on thanksgiving, the whole family usually gets together for thanksgiving, but i'm not sure.