Grandpa, it is hard to believe that it has been thirty-one years,
Since cancer ripped you from my life, awash with tears.
Scrubbing on the dishes, not knowing what else to do.
Hearing Grandma’s anguished cry, I knew I had lost you.
I miss you Grandpa – your sense of humor and ready wit,
You were an unique combination of kindness, strength and grit.
I tried to fill your gigantic shoes; though I didn’t do very well,
But you would tell me on the negative not to dwell.
I can’t help but ponder how things would have been if cancer never took you,
Because it was you who held the family together; you were that special glue.
Grandpa & I used to fish here. Photo courtesy of Bing.