I was never fond of sports
The idea of being physically active didn't nearly come close to reading
But when he took me to see the Chicago Cubs play,
I would have went instead of reading over any day
The hot, sweaty summer time with loud people and smells of hot dogs and slushies
Was worth it
For the simple fact that I was with him
I cheered when he did and booed when he did, not knowing what it meant, but knowing he was happy when I went along with it
And I didn't mind either
In some ways I'm happy I don't understand
I think I was happier that way
After the games, we would split a peppermint patty and sit in his blue truck
He would buy me a Pepsi because "Coke is overrated"
I didn't mind though
Pepsi was my favorite drink
We would talk about the most random of things
Stars, school, tv, politics
Granted I didn't have a good understanding of any of those things,
But i went along with it to hear his voice
Our last Thanksgiving together, we watched them play again on ESPN
I think it was an old game, but he enjoyed it as much as if he were in front row seats
For the rest of the week we ate Thanksgiving leftovers and watched some type of sport
Then I would talk him into taking me to the mall and we would stay there forever
When he was in the hospital, I watched the Chicago Cubs game for him.
It was their first time winning the World Series in a long time
My dad had to explain that to me because I didn't understand sports still
I went back to the hospital and reported the information to him from the game
Verbatim for what the announcer on ESPN said
He was happy
He showed no expression
Said no words
But I knew he was happy
And even though he is gone
I still drink Pepsi
And eat peppermint patties
And watch the games
Which I may never understand
But I know he is looking down on me
Happy
Helloooooo. :) This is about my grandfather, who passed away a few months ago. I hope you guys enjoy. It may be weird to read since it's very personal and it might not make that much sense so I apologize, but please tell me what you think anyway! I'm trying to find my writing style and work hard on getting better at writing so constructive criticism is welcome. At the very least, I hope you guys enjoy <3
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