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Damn.
You're really gone.
I guess it hit me on the way 
  To your celebration of life ceremony.
It's going to feel weird when I go to the house,
 The halls won't fill with reggae music in the morning  like it used too.

  All the jokes about stupid little things will stop, 
grandma will be too sad to joke around for a while.
  Your laugh won't fill the empty halls with precious times framed to be forever remembered.
  The sports car will most likely be given to one of the brothers or sons, 
  They'll probably never drive it.
The dogs will wonder where you're at, and why you haven't come back yet.
  The night won't be filled with serious things or silly things, there will be no more, "I love you angel, see you in the morning"

Because the truth is, I won't see you in the morning gramps, you'll be on a shelf in a box with a picture frame of you next to it.
 You'll be in my blue heart necklace that I'll wear everyday.

I remember all the advice you gave me about life, love, and family. 
I remember everything, 
 When I think about your laugh I get sad, because the only way I'll ever hear it again is when I watch videos of us.

  You always called me your princess gramps, but right now I don't feel like a princess.
 My mascara is running down my face, and my eyes are aching with pain and sorrow.

I miss you gramps, 
 because you're gone.

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