Poem

This is something I could hear my grandfather telling us from all the way up in Heaven. My grandfather passed away last September from cancer, and it killed me inside. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. I still cry. All someone has to say is grampa and I cry. I miss him. So much. But I recently knew what he was trying to tell me on the last day I got with him. I get it now.. here's his message.    When I must leave you for a little while, Please do not grieve & shed wild tearsand hug your sorrow to youthrough the years But start out bravely with a gallant smile, and for me sake, and in my nameLive on & do all the thingsjust the same.  Feed not your lonlinesson empty daysbut fille ach waking hour in useful ways Reach out your hand in comfortand in cheerand I in turn, will comfort youand hold you near. And never, never be afraid to diefor I am waiting for you in the sky.