Truth IsA Poem by gabiaimeeFor my grandfather.
Truth is,
I was never that disappointed when we went fishing on Chabot and came home empty every time. But you were, so I shook my head, too. I never cared about mechanics or building from scratch on your workbench in the garage. But you did, so I helped, too. I never felt quite right when you'd buy me something else for no reason at all. But you did, so I thanked you. I never quite appreciated the little moments and words or the laughs we shared together. But you did, and I love you, too. I never thought about it how it wouldn't be forever and you would be temporary. Now you are. I love you. **In Memory of my beloved grandfather Carl Peterson** August 21, 1927-July 24-2014 © 2014 gabiaimeeFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on July 24, 2014 Last Updated on July 25, 2014 Tags: grandfather, grandparents, death, dying, loss, family, parent, relative, grief, grieving, coping, sad, sadness, depression, laughter, happiness, memory, memoir, memorial, grandchild Author
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