November 1996

Just me remembering the day my gramps died

That Sunday morning started like none I was used to
What was different about it was it rained beyond heavy
And I was sent to wake my grandad.
Its funny because, he was always up first
Arguing with my gram the night before
Passing out beside her moments later
Telling her he's sorry and he loves her
Too bad no one knew it would be the last time I ever heard his voice through the crack of their door
I found him in bed
I felt chills in the air
Shivers
I touched his face
Ice cold
I touched him again
Still
I put my head on his chest
Why can't I hear his heartbeat?
Poked his face with a stick
No movement
I feel the worry swell up in my throat
Mommy came running
Told me he's dead
At 6 years old I grasped that word
Yet I still didn't cry
I saw his family
I have middle eastern roots as well
They were terrible people
The day of his funeral
I stared down at his body in his coffin
Looked up at mommy
Still no tears
Touched his hand and said goodbye
And to this day I still haven't cried
Is this the strength they claim I have?
I only cried when Ricardo died
I've never felt the pain of losing family
Even though I have lost family
Maybe its because I knew they were ailing
Same with both grams
Same with my gramps
So I smile when I think of him
Because I love him

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