It was Friday night,
The night was so cold,
I was inside the hospital room staring,
I saw my Great-Grand Father laying there so old,
He looked so tired yet he looked so strong,
I watched him strech his hand out to us,
I backed away, feeling guilty once done.

I watched him suffer with Cancer,
I watched him fight for his life,
I saw his pain and wished for it to go away,
I stared out the window, onlooking the streets,
Knowing that he will now meet, the Father In heaven awaiting him.

The next morning he passed,
Was 4 a.m.
I remember my gut twisting and turning,
The lump in my throat growing larger and larger,
I knew what happened, I understood how he died,
I just don't know how my Great-Grandmother felt inside,
I wish he didn't have to cry, I wish she didn't have to cry.

The next day was the viewing, I saw the casket,
I stared at his balding head and I ran out of there and I burst into tears,
Although I knew that would not bring him back,
Although I knew I should pay my respects.

I am sorry I pulled away from him,
That guilt is still inside of me,
Sometimes I cry at night, sometimes I get sick at night when I think about Friday Night.

I did end up talking to him, I did say Goodbye to his shell,
But I knew that his spirit would remain in my heart and I knew that he knows that I love him,
I kissed his cold, yet soft, head goodbye and they closed the casket and went outside.

The Church fell to silence and then to loud crys I saw my Great-Grandmother, Grandmother and Mother with tears in their eyes,
I knew how they felt, I knew how they hurt,
I knew that life would never be the same.

When they buried him, we stared at the casket,
Falling into the earth where he forever remained.

I know that HE is not there I know where he is,
He is with the LORD, sitting on his right hand.

Dedicated to Grandpa Kelly. I love you and Miss you.