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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