A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest...
With hands so soft and a heart so big,
he would have been 94 today.
And it still hurts even though
it was almost a year ago, on april 13.
From being very sick and visting you
all the time in the hospital,
and watching you in your bed,
and talking to you, and telling you that
you are stong enough to pull through,
i feel like i lied to you.
But you were strong enough.
You were strong enough for anything.
But i understand that you knew it was
your time.
I went to sleep that night crying because
they told us not that much longer,
and then i got woken up about an hour
later to find out the news.
I sat up in my bed and cried for about 10
mins. Then me, my mom, my dad, and my
oldest sister jessica went to the hostpital
to say goodbye. But it wasnt good enough,
i wanted more. I wanted you to talk back
and tell you that you loved me too.
I sat in the room alone for about 10 mins
crying and saying its not fair to myself,
holding your hands. Still so warm and soft.
And then my mom came in telling me that
he was in a happy place and he wasnt
hurting anymore. And i agreed and tried to
get a little smile out. I didnt work though.
But my mom understud me. Then i kissed your
forehead one more time, kissed you on both
cheeks, like you always use to do to me,
kissed your hands and then as i was walking
out i told you i loved you and it felt like
you said it back. At that moment, i knew you
were an angel. And as me and my sister cried,
i felt so close to her. We both lost something
very big in our lives at that moment, and that
will never be filled again.
And now you are 94. And im sitting staring at
your picture and crying because it hurts.
If i could just hold your hand one more
time it would make things a lot better,
i wasnt ready to loose you yet. Im not
looking foward to april 13, its gunna hurt
too much. I love you great opa.
RIP great opa.
I miss you.<3
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only
takes the best.
he would have been 94 today.
And it still hurts even though
it was almost a year ago, on april 13.
From being very sick and visting you
all the time in the hospital,
and watching you in your bed,
and talking to you, and telling you that
you are stong enough to pull through,
i feel like i lied to you.
But you were strong enough.
You were strong enough for anything.
But i understand that you knew it was
your time.
I went to sleep that night crying because
they told us not that much longer,
and then i got woken up about an hour
later to find out the news.
I sat up in my bed and cried for about 10
mins. Then me, my mom, my dad, and my
oldest sister jessica went to the hostpital
to say goodbye. But it wasnt good enough,
i wanted more. I wanted you to talk back
and tell you that you loved me too.
I sat in the room alone for about 10 mins
crying and saying its not fair to myself,
holding your hands. Still so warm and soft.
And then my mom came in telling me that
he was in a happy place and he wasnt
hurting anymore. And i agreed and tried to
get a little smile out. I didnt work though.
But my mom understud me. Then i kissed your
forehead one more time, kissed you on both
cheeks, like you always use to do to me,
kissed your hands and then as i was walking
out i told you i loved you and it felt like
you said it back. At that moment, i knew you
were an angel. And as me and my sister cried,
i felt so close to her. We both lost something
very big in our lives at that moment, and that
will never be filled again.
And now you are 94. And im sitting staring at
your picture and crying because it hurts.
If i could just hold your hand one more
time it would make things a lot better,
i wasnt ready to loose you yet. Im not
looking foward to april 13, its gunna hurt
too much. I love you great opa.
RIP great opa.
I miss you.<3
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only
takes the best.