A Letter To Granddad

A Letter to Granddad I remember the last moments before you passed away Walking out the door, and hearing you say “I can’t remember his face, I can’t remember his name” I could hear in your voice, your suffering and pain It truly hurt to notice, what you had become Seeing you so fragile and physically numb They dosed you up med’s so you didn’t hurt But it all did was drain you, make you less alert You became more and more fragile every time I would visit I had to keep telling myself , you were terminally hit The night you finally passed to the other side There was no one with me, no one at my side I had to stand there, as the guy that was strong Not just for myself, but for everyone Because of my ways, I had no time to grieve Which made me push friends, to the point they would leave I started taking my pain out on the ones that was close They knew I was hurting, but I hurt them the most For years and years I kept it all in a bottle Until one day, my foot hit the throttle I started to lash out, I’d scream and shout I wouldn’t tell anyone what it was all about Then I met some special, I know you would approve She would have melted your heart, without a point to prove She made me realise, I had something to do That’s go to your grave side, and talk to you I hadn’t done that, since the day you were rested I should have gone off my own back, not when suggested But the longer I left it, the harder it was getting I didn’t want to lose my strength, didn’t want upsetting I know it was selfish, and being selfish isn’t me Thankfully that special one, made that clear to see I had a lot of grief, that I held for so long When I visited you, it all came out as one Now I feel I have finally had that chance grieve, I can become stronger, and I can start breathe I only have one thing, that I have left to say I love and miss you granddad, each and every day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Pennell  Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 11:06 AM
beautiful sentiment, that is all cheers stephen
Tinmurth Avatar
November 28, 2016 at 10:10 AM
Thank you Stephen.
Allison Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 8:57 AM
A heartbreaking poem that I can relate so much Ronald I haven't grieved for my father - i don't bottle up it just isn't there my mother hasn't grieved either - hospice told me it can take years so maybe one day it will hit.So glad you have found someone special that really help too:-) Hugs jan xx
Tinmurth Avatar
November 28, 2016 at 10:09 AM
Thank you Jan. I didnt realise how much it held me back til i finally got through the grief stage. Hopefully when you finally get there you will see the same results as I did.
Sands Avatar
November 27, 2016 at 7:04 AM
Very well expressed Ronald. It is wonderful you could let yourself grieve and face this. :)
Tinmurth Avatar
November 28, 2016 at 9:58 AM
Thank you again Heidi x
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