#personal grief

three years ago my grandfather died on this day

and my Dad just ... I may say he splintered , everything he knew was right with his parents was shattered

i fear he still is not completely put back together again

and I am afraid to call

maybe he has a good day and doesn't need to be reminded

I am silently thinking of grandpa all day ... all week actually

he is loved, still

its so embarrassing to tell someone you want them

of how you want to pull them

into your soul and intertwine

ivy on solemn rock

“love is cold if it isnt with you” and such.

doesnt admitting it first make you the fool?

doesnt submission mean youre loved less?

Im glad you got to sun bathe in the spring sunlight before you crossed the rainbow bridge to meet Tuxy and Amelia.

When the wind chimes harmonize with the autumn breeze outside, I hear your voice. I like to believe it’s you saying goodnight.