I still remember you.

Playing cards.
Every game,
So serious and competitive.
Cribbage, Solitaire, Hearts.
Always trying to cheat your way,
To victory.

Family reunions.
“Made from scratch” Chicken soup,
Mashed potatoes and turkey,
So delicious.
Everyone together,
Laughing and joking.

Football, Basketball, Hockey.
There were always disagreements.
Who was the better team?
Who would be the victor?
In the end
There was no use arguing.

You always sat
In that tan reclining chair.
I wouldn’t have to look for you,
You were always right there.
With a book in your lap,
Mouth hanging open, snoring.

But the sickness,
Suffering.
You had to endure so much.
You lay in a hospital bed in agony,
Yet through it all,
You still kept fighting.

As your time neared,
I was too busy too see you.
Watching people swim or bowling with friends,
Seemed so important,
Making me too busy,
To say goodbye.

Death,
I never saw you lose a fight until now.
Melancholy sounds of funeral bells,
Fade into the distance,
The way you slip into the past,
But never disappear.

I still go to the place,
You once called home.
I can feel your presence,
In the chair where you used to sit.
In the kitchen where you used to cook.
In the dining room where we used to play cards.

Or when I’m alone, sitting in my room,
Wondering where you’ve gone.
A better place I guess.
Thinking about times now passed,
And memories
That I’ll carry forever.

I’ll always remember you.

Grandpa.

 
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