I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad 说 one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. 日 and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss 你 ... even if I never met 你 =,[
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R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss 你 ... even if I never met 你 =,[
下一个 journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!