I asked my dad why it had to happen to us, the end, the life, of someone we loved.
He didn’t have an answer, but all he said was,
“We all feel this way and can’t change it back.”
I didn’t want it to happen but it did.
The night I had a basketball game, we got the call.
That Grandfather was dying and I had to go.
I went to the hospital and there he was,
Lying in his bed almost dead.
I got to say good-bye with everyone else
And cry in my cousins arms
Which held me there.
It didn’t really hit me till everyone cried and prayed,
Then it just hit me like a bolt of lightning hitting a tree.
I never thought I would cry like I did,
But the feeling I had and will always remember, made me.
It started throughout the town, the family, and the friends.
We all didn’t know what to do
Since our grandparents were dead.
I felt this way night and day till I was really sick,
And then I noticed that they weren’t coming back.
And to this day I will always remember,
The look, the smell, and how I felt, forever.