10 Years Old... It didn't sink in.
11 Years Old... Didn't even think about it.
12 Years Old... I was Okay with it
13 Years Old... It sank in.
I realized he died, and I refused to see him that one last time.
To say my final good bye.
To have my peace.
But now 4 years later it sinks in.
I can only look over your tomb
Tears that well up in my eyes that I try to avoid so
All I do now is think
About how I was to weak to go and see your lifeless body for the last time
The only Grand Parent I will ever really know and love.
After all you did for me
I couldn't do this one thing for you