I look at the old photographs. It kills me to see him smile. I've only heard about him. I hear he would have loved me. I hear he was nice. I hear that he was a good dad. I hear he was an okay husband. I hear that he would have made a good grandfather. It's not fair. It kills me when my dad talks about him. My dad कहा one of his last words to him were "Dont miss me when I'm gone." Those words run through my head. दिन and night and keep me up thinking of him. Why did he have to go? I pray he's okay and fine in heaven. I pretend he's still here. If only he were ... I miss him....
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss आप ... even if I never met आप =,[
अगला journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!
I guess he's just....
Hard to Let Go
Dedicated to my grandfather I miss आप ... even if I never met आप =,[
अगला journal entry coming up in few please
R&R
Thanks!!