We knew it would happen
It was well overdue
Far past the expiration date
Days left are few
It’s hard to cry
When you’ve cried already
We knew it would happen eventually
But when you never get to say goodbye
It’s okay to cry.
And when I look up at that dark, clean, beautiful Alabama sky,
I will think of you, and cherish you
For the rest of my life.
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Author:
Gingerpoetryman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Pop-pop (Grandfather) Steve died last weekend. I do not know the exact details of his death nor do I want to know. His funeral is this Thursday and I was feeling sad so I made this poem. Some context: He has survived so much crap in his time. He was a Vietnam War Veteran, he fell off a building and busted nearly every bone in his body, smoked almost all his life (lung cancer), just to name a few. He was diagnosed with cancer in his kidney a few years back I think. It was irremovable, and he kept having to go to the Veteran hospital almost every week I think, which was like a 3 hour's drive or something (he and my Mimi live in the sticks). He was put on some serious medication and he was just getting worse and worse. I cried so many times because of it. I never got to say goodbye. I doubt me saying goodbye a few weeks ago on a visit over there counts.
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Comments2
Fantastic epitaph for a hero, and also it seems a great grandad.
I'm sorry,my condolences , beautiful piece,he is very proud of you
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