JoJo

Hey world it’s me.
I don’t know if you’re listening but
you’re the only one left to talk to here goes nothing.
My grandpa died today.
He just died, unexpectedly and with no goodbye.
At first hearing the news I’m almost numb.
I feel nothing, no emotion or pain.
I go to my aunt and uncle’s house, to try to get away
From everything. But then the Notre Dame game comes on.
That was his favorite football team.
Banners, t-shirts and glasses used to clutter his house.
While I sit there watching the Notre Dame game.
Everything starts to come back to me.
His scent, his big warms hugs.
How he used to hold me when I got scared or sad.
His ability to turn the worst day into a good one with the twinkle of an eye.
His love he said he had for me.
The unbreakable bond we shared.
Most people say you’re in denial until you see the person grave.
I didn’t get to see his grave, to finally picture that in my head.
But that Notre Dame game was all I needed.
I suddenly felt tears rolling down my face.
I finally realized he was gone and I’m never going to see him again.
Although I never got to say goodbye I can never touch him again, I can feel him, he’s here.
Although he may not be able to give me those warm hugs he used to.
Or talk to me when I’m down.
Or see my get my first car.
Or see me go to all the dances.
Or see me graduate High School.
Or see me get married.
Or see me have kids and live a happy life.
For some reason I have a feeling deep down
In my soul that he is always with me in spirit.
And although he may not be there I can still talk to him and
I can just pray that he can hear me and he’s listening.

In memory of JoJo my granpa who tragically died on 11-19-09, a day before New Moon came out.