Death lurks on every doorstep.Waiting to be let inside.
 This time my grandpa was his quarry.
Before it was my dad and grandma.
 This time was different,
This time I was different.
 This time I was not a child like before.
 Grandpa had a choice to fight or flow down the river.
 He decided he was done fighting that day.
 He was ready for the currents to carry him away.
  I was woeful.
But I had a new understanding,
 A different perspective,
 An Adult’s view.
 Grandpa said he would see me in heaven.
 I replied, “I will see you there old man!
” His funeral was a celebration, not a bleak, black tie event.
 The lesson I learned, the new understanding I had was:
 Appreciate my time.
 Spend it with the ones I love.
 Treat people right.
So when it’s time for me to say goodbye.
 I will have people who want to see me again
 In the next life.