Im sorry.
Im sorry that I was the only one you got to see graduate, the only one you saw pass her driving test. Im sorry I never had time to take you for a ride. Im sorry for all the times I made you worried about me.
Im sorry that you never will see the younger ones do all those things. Im sorry for all the things I screwed up, and now you will miss when the others dont.
Im sorry that you never will see my kids grow up. That you never will meet them, that you wont be able to see my future house. See me make up my mind and figure out my future.
Im so sorry that I couldnt be there. And Im so sorry that Im to weak to come now.
I wont remember you as the man that needed 40 pills of life to breath. I will remember you as the Hero you allways have been for me. And allways will. The one that teached me how to swing, watched my first steps and heard some of my first words.
Im sorry, so sorry that you had to go through all that pain.
Now its my turn to go through pain.
To my grandfather, my Hero.
I will allwas keep you close to my heart.
I love you.
Underbaraste Ian! De som älskar oss lämnar oss aldrig. Så kliché, men så sant. Trots att hon har varit borta i sju år så kommer jag fortfarande ihåg min mormors skratt, hennes små egenheter, hennes oro. Hennes sjukdoms tid finns inte för mig, för den som var sjuk var aldrig min mormor.
SvaraRaderaDu kommer bära med dig din morfar/farfar. Alltid alltid. Genom dig kommer han få se allt som han nu missar, genom dig så blir det åtminstone okej (men aldrig bra, för man vill ju att personen ska se det själv...). Kalla det kromosomer, kalla det själ, kalla det spöke, kalla det vad som helst.
Han finns där.
Älskar dig, saknar dig så att det går hål. <3
Hej Ia!
SvaraRaderaSå fint skrivet! Du ska veta att han var såååå stolt över dig!
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Kram
Karin