Why do we cry when someone is gone?

Are they not better off?

Is it not worse for them to stay,

consumed by illness day after day?

Not able to walk or able to stand.

Is it not better to be free?

Though it means parting ways,

i'd rather go and be better,

then be ill and stay.

I'll miss you forever,

I'll try to be strong,

Goodbye one last time from me,

You won't be forgotten, rest in peace.

September 24th 2009

I'll miss you grandad

The End

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