Why Did You Have to Go?

RIP Grampa Frank...May 1, 2002

Yes, it's true-I'm selfish-and of course I want to know,
At such a time as this-my heart is shattered so.
I was only young, still needed more time to grow.
And 6 yrs. later I'm still asking why you had to go.
Couldn't you watch me become a teen, see me enjoy school?
Be there those times when I needed a special hug from you?
Without you being with me, now what am I supposed to do?
I tell myself God needed you & although I know it's true,
Still I can't grasp the fact that I seem so all alone.
Everytime I hear your name, I have to remind myself "he's gone!"
Death is my biggest enemy, because you took it on.
And it seems when I miss you most is when I'm in a zone.
I remember it all so clearly, Mama was brushing my hair.
Told you passed on my way out the door, knew how much I'd care.
And I know Heaven's beautiful-are you enjoyng youself up there?
I long to hear you one more time, see you stand right here.
Why did you have to leave me; didn't you know I'd cry?
I just found out where your grave is laid and always wondered why.
Couldn't attend your funeral for a reason stood firmly by,
But I'm stronger than people think I am, but for you, not be angry-I try.
And when I can't think of anyone else, and my line drags oh-so-slow...
Grampa Frank, the light of my life, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO?
Love Always,
Your ~!*Butterfly*!~