...wow, this blog has been rather barren lately. I may have to fix that...
My Grandpa died this past May. He was my last surviving grandparent. It was very sad, as he committed suicide. He had survived several bouts with cancer, but he was about to face the prospect of going through all the treatments another time and decided to end it on his own terms. He was a good man. He wasn't the best man, but he did what he could. He became a good man in time, and we are comforted by the surety that he is now praising his Savior in Heaven.
I wrote this poem right after his death, when the shock and sorrow was still fresh and painful.
You've gone, and left the world and me behind
it's never been so empty, or so cold
I'd follow, but I know it's not my time
though many prayers have pleaded for it so
I didn't know you well; I should have done
and now I'll never get the chance to try
I'm sorry that I couldn't see it come
so I could say "I Love You," and "Goodbye."
P.S. I'm depressed, yes, but I'm not suicidal. Don't worry! :)
