My grandfather meant and still means the world to me. When I lost my grandfather on the 14th November 2005, was the day my life changed forever. I was extremely close to my Pa and loved him with all my heart, and will forever love him. He will never be forgotten.  I wrote this little poem for him which I regretted not reading to him before his passing:

I remember the days, you used to come round,
We'd sit at the table, not on the ground.
The family would talk, until it got late,
You would then say "Off to bed now mate"
A kiss and a hug, and a wishful goodnight,
Mum would come down and turn off the light.
I stayed out with you, whenever I could,
I guess in a way, I felt like I should.
You seemed so alone, living out on your own,
When all you had to do, was pick up the phone.
We'd climb into our bed, in our rooms late at night,
You would yell out, "Can I turn out the light".
After breakfast you would say, "Are you ready to go",
You'd warm up the old girl, and we'd go rather slow.
You loved your old ford, you drove it everywhere,
Guess that is why, you took so much care.
To come and see you, much later in life,
If felt like to me, a stab from a knife.
It hurt to see you, looking out into space,
To see the expression, of pain on your face.
All you could do, was sit there and stare,
As you sat all alone, in your favorite blue chair.
Your thoughts they all went, back to the past,
The dreaded dementure moving so fast.
The back pain you suffered, it never seemed right,
Without any complaints, you put up a fight.
It broke my heart, to see you cry,
When I stood up, to say goodbye.
Pa, I LOVE YOU, and always will,
I wish that God, had not made you so ill. xxxxxxxx