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PAIN
I want this pain to leave me, the sadness to disperse.
I want your passing to be a relief now your resting in peace.
I want the tears to stop falling every time I think of you.
I want to be glad not sad, that I knew you.
I want the memories in my head to be happy, full of laughter, always fun.
But the last week's of your life were anything but that.
You withered away before my very eyes.
You were half the man I knew but, there, in your eyes was the smile I craved.
The wink albeit weak, was there.
I clutched your hand that last day, never left your side.
Hoping against hope.
Praying to God.
If he was taking you...please...no more pain.
Let him close his eyes and fall asleep.
God heard my prayer that day and took him as he slept.
And I kissed his cheek one last time as he grew cold.
I'll always love you gramps...your Princess.
Very difficult. Thank you for
Very difficult. Thank you for sharing with others, the torment an illness leaves, even after death. It is good always to hear someone's suffering is ended, and that they are at peace.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for your
Thank you for your comment.
When their pain is gone...it's passed to those left behind.