Angels must have gotten lonely, i think. Maybe God forgot how to laugh. It might have gotten too quiet up there. Nobody can play the saxophone like you could here on earth, maybe God wanted to hear it for himself. Maybe there was a little girl up there who needed the best grandpa that there ever was. I keep on trying to make excuses for you going away. As sad as it makes me, and although i feel a piece of me is missing, I'm at peace. I can not be angry at God for taking you to be with him. I can't say that I blame him, because it was my grandpa that had the biggest heart, the warmest hugs, the loudest laugh that couldn't help but make me smile. I'll miss you on holidays and birthdays, and Sunday specials, on beautiful days, and every time I hear 'thats amore'...or eat pasta. Which is almost all of the time. You were always the strongest person I knew, and I still even believe now that this thing didn't beat you. You didn't lose the fight. You chose to let go, and i'm okay with that.
Heaven just got a little brighter.
I love you and miss you always
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