As I looked into his eyes memories flooded into my head.
I cried as I thought what if this was the last memory.
I squeezed his frail weak hand, and he did back.
It was time for bed, I was told I'd see him in morning.
They were just trying to help relax and calm me.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him I loved him.
Not thinking it was the last time.
I was woken with my families sadness.
I thought of all the things I should have done.
I should have spent more time with him.
But there was nothing I could change, he was gone.
I prayed, cried, and prayed some more.
Every hour that passed I missed him even more.
I tried to bring joy to our deep sadness, but I couldn't.
I thought I needed to be strong, but I was only eight.
My dream, My wish, My desire, My hope, My aspiration.
That, sadly, will never transpire in my life on Earth.
I wish I could steal my grandpa from Heaven.
Even just for a minute.
Rest In Peace Grandpa
Cornelius Van Doren