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Current mood:  touched Category: Life
so i was just going through some files on my computer
and i ran into this.
i wrote it last september;
so its quite old.
its nothing at all spectacular
but the content is important to me.
I sat and stared; the wind blew my hair to my face. There it sat. The headstone read his name. WWII soldier. Husband. Father. Grandpa. The date read 80 years old today. If he were still here. As I sat staring, Thats when I felt it A deep breathe in. I put on my sunglasses. Then came the rush. The emotions were strong. Slow heart beat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Another deep breathe. I feel it. That one little annoyance. Creeping into the corner of my eye. That one little annoyance. Making me feel weak. I look back down at the headstone. I was so young when you were taken. My eyes swell. I feel weak. I feel hurt. Yes, hurt. The feeling that I hide the most. I feel ashamed. I try to hide it but its too late. The swelling up inside. He is not here anymore. I miss him. Admittance. I miss him. Slowly one single moist drop slides down my cheek. Only to be followed by more chasing after it. And for that instance there was relief But with relief the shame. I let it go. I let myself go. I gave in to the power of emotion. And with each tear it would consume me.
my grandpa was an amazing man.
Rest In Peace Grandpa Dean
I love you and miss you greatly.
7:07 AM
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