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My Thoughts to Grandpa
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Published Unpublished Work © July 2000 Shanell Meek
It’s been a week since you’ve been gone.
I wake everyday with a sadness deep inside.
I’m laughing,but still I’m crying.
It’s sunny, but it's storming inside.
Why do I cry so deep, so silent but still so loud?
What are you doing right now?
Are you laughing or are you crying?
Are you happy, or are you sad?
Why did you go?
Where did you go?
Why couldn’t you stay for just one last chat?
One day you were there and the next you were gone,
So fast, so unexpected to me.
I want to call you, to tell you what I’ve done.
But each time I reach for the phone I realize…
Your gone
But still I know it must have been time.
For the Lord has called you to his side.
So for now I must say good-bye.
I still have some tears to cry.
Eventually even those will move by.
Leaving only an empty, lonely void inside.
The great British actor,
The great British actor, Peter Cushing, had a very devout Faith, which helped him deal with the passing of his beloved wife. When, during an interview, a journalist told him, "I'm sorry for your loss," he replied, courteously and with a smile, "I haven't lost her, I know exactly where she is. She just isn't right here at the moment." I think he also believed that being apart from our deceased loved ones is like being on the same railroad but in different depots and on different trains, but all headed to a great destination. Sometime after her passing, botanists in England cultivated a new species of Rose, and named it for Helen Cushing.
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