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Death by: Luis V


Death the cold feeling that takes people lives

Death took my grandpa away when I was very young

He lost his battle to Diabetes 

Though I never knew my grandpa I miss him

I wish he was here for me when I need him

The last time I saw my grandpa was in a dream when I saw him walking around looking for me

In the form of a ghost in the same tuxedo he was wearing at his funeral, the dreams sent chills down my spines.

Abuelo I miss you I wish you were here

I heard so many stories about you and how you were a good grandpa

I want to experience the same thing my cousins experienced with you

I want to spend time with you 

I want to get to know you better

Your favorite bible chapter was Psalms 23

 I read it the other day

It says 

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Te amo mucho abuelo.

 
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