The silent screams of hollow children

Dear, sergeant rock

Dear Grampy,
Thank you
For teaching me what
The world wouldn't
Let me see
Thank you
For being there
And believing in my dreams
Thank you
For supporting
Everything
And even though
You came from a different time
You still loved me
When I came out as gay
You attended every play
And performance
And clapped the loudest
At soccer games
You would sit by the net
Yelling at me to score
I miss you
With all of my heart
Thank you
For supporting my brothers
And going to their every game
I just want you to know
I can't eat three musketeers
Without thinking of you
And the way
You'd always steal a bite of mine
I want you to know
That every time
I play soccer
And punt that ball
You are the force that drives
Me to try so hard
And every time I get hurt
You are the voice in my head
Telling me
Giving up now
Is not good enough
That I need to keep fighting
Or I'll never get better
That if I get knocked down
I need to get up
Thank you
For teaching me every known swear
By saying all of them
And teaching me how to
Pick up a prostitute
In Vietnam
I'm sorry if I'm so sad that your gone
I just thought
That one day
You'd see me walk down the aisle
With my wife on my arm
Thank you
For teaching me
That you need to be a rock
There for everyone and yourself
I'm sorry
That you didn't live to see
My hair being crazy colors
Or Brodi make high honors
Or Brandon get smarter and smarter by the day
Or Brodi and Brandon one day
Achieving their dreams
I always thought you'd die heroically
And in a way I think you did
You died with a smile on your face
Without leaving a scar on the world
Only things that will make your grandchildren
And the people you knew better people
Love,
Sophie
R.I.P sergeant rock