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hey everyone.im back in action, not that anyone missed me or even laid a brain cell to a thought of me but im here again,,so im happy.enough. but my life has shit on itself in the past month....youll understand in my writing.oh and i wrote my first poem last night since my papa died more than a month ago.thats a frickin long stretch for someone like me.
Dear Papa,
You have only been gone a few days but I already miss you so much its unimaginable. I can still hear you calling us for pancakes in the morning before you got sick. It makes me sad to think I can never eat you pancakes again; I always did tell everyone that your pancakes were the best ones in the whole world. It was devastating to see you not eating breakfast or any meal with us, because you and I use to compete to see who could eat the most food the fastest.
Every time I would come over, you would pick me a yellow rose from your front yard. Three weeks ago I picked you yellow roses, since you always did for me, and you were sad because you said flowers were for dead people. But flowers aren’t for dead people, they’re for people to give to others they love and want to cheer up. I wanted you to be happy. I even got you to go outside and look at the orange lilies; that was the only time you went out in your yard all spring.
When I was little at your old house we would sit and do puzzles on the fire place late at night while Nonna put the curlers in her hair. We would sit and watch Rugrats and eat vanilla ice cream. When it was time for bed you would carry me to bed and tuck me in, even though I don’t remember. And every morning I would wake up and come climb in bed with you and nonna and you would rub your stubbly beard on my face and we’d get up and make pancakes. Five years later, and in your new house, we would make pancakes and a cappuccino. I’ve loved cappuccino ever since you took me to Europe on the cruise.
Do you remember on the cruise when there was a really bad storm and they wouldn’t let us go outside? We always walked on the deck, but that time they told us we couldn’t because it was horribly bad weather and we would fall off the boat. So we sat and looked out the window. We played bingo every day of the cruise and the very last day I was one number away from the jackpot and someone won. We were so sad. But that was a lot of fun we had that summer.
When we were little you would come over our house and take me and my brothers fishing and then everyone would take part in cleaning cooking and eating the fish, except me. I don’t like fish.
Every time I came over we would go to Luciano’s and I would get the steak siciliano, and so would you.
I have so many zillions of memories with you, since I am lucky enough to be the oldest of you seven beloved grandkids. But more memories bring more things I miss about you and it makes me very sad. I know you can see our tears and can see how much I miss you. But I know you are having fun in heaven now with your brothers and parents and cousins and God, and you aren’t in anymore pain. That was the worst thing I’ve seen, you being so sad and in so much pain. I miss you very much papa, and I know you are looking out for me. I love you and hope you are happy now. You are a good example of a person, and one of the best papas a kid could ever have. Have a good time up there, ill see you when it’s my time to join you.
I love you very much,
Your granddaughter,
Sara
i was the only person that said anything bout my papa at his funeral. and i read this. and balled my eyes out and basically crapped myself, since it was the letter that i put in his casket.god im so emotional.....
SARA
Dear Papa,
You have only been gone a few days but I already miss you so much its unimaginable. I can still hear you calling us for pancakes in the morning before you got sick. It makes me sad to think I can never eat you pancakes again; I always did tell everyone that your pancakes were the best ones in the whole world. It was devastating to see you not eating breakfast or any meal with us, because you and I use to compete to see who could eat the most food the fastest.
Every time I would come over, you would pick me a yellow rose from your front yard. Three weeks ago I picked you yellow roses, since you always did for me, and you were sad because you said flowers were for dead people. But flowers aren’t for dead people, they’re for people to give to others they love and want to cheer up. I wanted you to be happy. I even got you to go outside and look at the orange lilies; that was the only time you went out in your yard all spring.
When I was little at your old house we would sit and do puzzles on the fire place late at night while Nonna put the curlers in her hair. We would sit and watch Rugrats and eat vanilla ice cream. When it was time for bed you would carry me to bed and tuck me in, even though I don’t remember. And every morning I would wake up and come climb in bed with you and nonna and you would rub your stubbly beard on my face and we’d get up and make pancakes. Five years later, and in your new house, we would make pancakes and a cappuccino. I’ve loved cappuccino ever since you took me to Europe on the cruise.
Do you remember on the cruise when there was a really bad storm and they wouldn’t let us go outside? We always walked on the deck, but that time they told us we couldn’t because it was horribly bad weather and we would fall off the boat. So we sat and looked out the window. We played bingo every day of the cruise and the very last day I was one number away from the jackpot and someone won. We were so sad. But that was a lot of fun we had that summer.
When we were little you would come over our house and take me and my brothers fishing and then everyone would take part in cleaning cooking and eating the fish, except me. I don’t like fish.
Every time I came over we would go to Luciano’s and I would get the steak siciliano, and so would you.
I have so many zillions of memories with you, since I am lucky enough to be the oldest of you seven beloved grandkids. But more memories bring more things I miss about you and it makes me very sad. I know you can see our tears and can see how much I miss you. But I know you are having fun in heaven now with your brothers and parents and cousins and God, and you aren’t in anymore pain. That was the worst thing I’ve seen, you being so sad and in so much pain. I miss you very much papa, and I know you are looking out for me. I love you and hope you are happy now. You are a good example of a person, and one of the best papas a kid could ever have. Have a good time up there, ill see you when it’s my time to join you.
I love you very much,
Your granddaughter,
Sara
i was the only person that said anything bout my papa at his funeral. and i read this. and balled my eyes out and basically crapped myself, since it was the letter that i put in his casket.god im so emotional.....
SARA