I remember that young inappreciable girl who denied her debilitated versed grandfather, when he came to visit in her fine welcoming home. 

 

And when he would try to hold her dearly, caressing her sleek cocoa-colored hair, and admiring the dearest sweetness it was to have a second grand-daughter.

 

I remember the times when she stubbornly cried for her malicious freedom, of having to be released out of his heavy temple arms. 

 

And I remember how some days she had a warm caring heart, and she saw his pale tan skin freezing while she tucked him in bed at nights.

 

I remember him being the uptight man, who loved her unconditionally and wanted her to follow her merited dreams and her true hearts’ desire.

 

I remember the oblivious childish girl, that didn’t know what had happened the day her  wise loving grandfather no longer stayed.

 

And I remember how she thought it was all fun and games- a joke, but he was frigid and immotile.

 

I remember years of her not wanting to accept the heartbreaking eternal truth. Knowing he was gone, and she barely appreciated the constant fatherly love he given to her.

 

And I remember how she constantly cried “Why?” to the dark heavy skies, and pleading for eternal forgiveness for her grandfather’s return.

 

I remember the minute knowledge she had of life around her. Move on from the past was the harshly true lesson she had learned; although she never let go.

 

And I remember, once upon a time, I was that young inappreciable girl, that has resented and regretted the moments lost with my grandfather.

 

I  remember, till this day to truly appreciate everything and everyone in my life, because you never know when that something or someone has left without a return.