The last summer

There he went, oceans apart, worlds away.
I still remember playing with him in the garden, I would run and he would chase after me. Such good days, sadly my parents never were there to see it.
The day it all started, September 13th. One of the worst days of my life.
He worked so hard, day and night, sometimes he couldn't even take a break to play with me. Yet to no avail. You cant fight everything in life.
He wanted the best for me and my parents, he really was the best grandpa.
Yet there he stood, on that ship, waving to me as a final farewell.
Neither of us would ever see another Irish summer again.