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Grandpa
On that warm summer morning it was 80 degrees. Going slow enough to smell the fresh cut grass and watch the birds and the bees.
I rode by myself with a tear in my eye. Just trying to figure out why we all die. I follow the hurst for a eternity it's seems. Keep hoping I'll wake up and it will all be a dream.
My grandpa had past, a sad sad day. I didn't close my eyes when asked to bow out heads and pray. I stood and stared I couldn't even blink. I would never see him again such a head memory to shake.
2 months later I go to the garage. I take off the tarp from my grandpas car. 65 mustang without any flaws.
I open the door slowly I can still smell his brand. (Camel light 100s)
I close the door slowly trying not to cry. Maybe I'll just walk around to the drivers side.
About 3 feet away the door opens wide. I think my grandpa was telling me to go for a drive. I sit in the seat and wipe both eyes. Grandpa I'll miss you. I'm sorry we all die. :(
Humans
have death and the ability to feel sorrow.
.
Away from my hearing
and my eyes, profiles gone
going through your day.
.
Go then, leave
me here to wonder
where you are
if you made
it to the heaven
you said you
believed in.
.
Lady A
05-17-15
7:46p
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