Grandpa

My father always told me I should spend more time with you while you were still alive. He always told me to do more memories with you. I always thought that was dumb, that we still had a lot of time and that we already spent enough time together, but now you're gone... I can't stop thinking about the endless afternoons we could have spent discussing history. Countless evenings hearing you read your poems and writings. Endless dinners and lunches hearing you tell your merry tales from your youth and childhood. You were always the perfect storyteller, and even if I was to write a book with all your adventures, it would never be as wonderful as hearing your voice give life to those stories. I miss you so much and I feel like whatever extra time I spent with you, it would never be enough to make your death any less painful, to make me miss you any less. You were there one day and then the next thing I know you're withering away in a hospital bed. I couldn't even say goodbye, because you were already almost sleeping when I went to visit you. I just hope you are in a better place now. Wherever you are I hope you can find eternal peace. Find a place to be the playful person you were. I know you would love to haunt houses and play pranks on people. I hope you might see me from wherever you are graduating from college and becoming a doctor. I hope I can make you proud. I will always miss you and love you.