The knowing it is over
never again to watch him smile
or hear him say “ahh, you’re a great girl”
he cried as he said goodbye
Did he feel it too?
The pain of finality?
The wonder of life, love and death
so painful
yet so necessary
nothing is permanent
but the memory seems to be
the final goodbye
I miss him already
an ache in my heart
that will never be cured
will never go away
the place where Grandad was
and is
and forever more shall be
