April 30th, 2006
I remember you holding me high above your head
Showing me the world from a new perspective
At five, I felt so tall.
And I remember how you told me
About how you saved lives
Fighting fires in your hometown like a hero
I yearned to be just half as amazing as you were.
I remember how we would watch your Cubs play
And how you would implore me to keep my eye on the ball.
I remember you watching me come home from school every day
And I remember how you helped me to grow up
When I got my first "A"
You took me to Chicago Dog
And we celebrated with cookies and chili
And everything was right.
The first time I got bullied
You were there to comfort me
and remind me that I was strong and brave, and that
Nothing could get in my way.
Do you remember?
No, you don't.
Because you never made it past five.
You left me before death was even a word in my vocabulary.
I said that I loved you one day
Before I left for preschool
And you said it right back to me.
I expected the same when I came back
But I was sorely mistaken.
It didn't make any sense to me why grandma had picked me up
Her eyes swollen and bloodshot from the tears
That started when I had left
And hadn't stopped since.
To this day, I will never understand why
You left me at a point where I was vulnerable.
And to this day, I am still beyond hurt
Even though something inside me told me that it wasn't your choice.
But just beacuse you have left
Does not mean that I feel small once more
Because your words are still with me.
And even though I don't say it anymore
I miss you
Today and everyday.
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