Lately you’ve been on my mind
And I don’t quite know why.
Because on the night that you died,
I didn’t even cry.
They told me I was with you the day before you “left”
But it seems incomprehensible that it’s only now I’ve wept.
Because it’s like…
How is it I can miss someone I don’t remember meeting?
I can’t tell if my memories are real or if I’m just wishing–
Wishing I knew you then…
Wishing you knew me now…
My ears grasping for a chance
To listen to the sound…
Of your voice–they say you spoke well.
You had the young and the old men lookin’ up at you with ree-spect.
They say you loved God–you were a preacher.
You won souls for the Lord–for that, you’re remembered.
You were regal–like a king.
But you knew how to…wing it.
You were a man of honor and grace
(Even if your kids say you were strict.)
I really wish you were here.
But you’re not. And that’s okay.
And I don’t blame you for your mistakes.
I feel like you live on in the stories that they tell–
Stories I never stop asking for–just ask Mom and Aunt Jill.
And Mama, you’d be proud of her–she’s the strongest one I know.
I know you’re looking down on her, beaming with all your heart and soul.
It’s funny how I love you
Even if I don’t remember
The way that you loved me
With a heart so strong and tender.
So there, I said it. I said what’s been on my mind.
Sorry it took so long for me to comply
With my thoughts deep inside.
My grandpa passed away in his sleep when I was one. I was with him the day before he died. At least I had somewhat of a goodbye.
My grandpa was a great man.
His name was Noel.