Grandpa's Tribute

I remember my phone ringing loudly
The sun had only just begun to peer across the horizon

There was a familiar voice on the other line,
“It’s grandpa...”

I knew what that meant, even barely awake at 7 AM
But still, all I could say was “what do you mean”?

I’m not quite sure what I expected her to say, anything other than;
“He’s gone, honey"
But that's all she said

Although we didn’t say goodbye before you laid to rest
I’m positive now, that I could've never guessed; 
All the words I might have said, while you laid there dead

All you are now is a memory, a fragment in time at best
But you will always be my grandpa, my hero

The man who saved me from the dangling edge
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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