Dear Grandpa......
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Today I was singing as I normally do on the weekends, and I became overcome by all this emotion, mainly sadness, right after singing "I Miss You" by Miley Cyrus. Immediately I started thinking about my grandpa.
He died when my mom was 22 (I think) which is 6 years before I was born, so I never knew him, and he never knew he was going to have a granddaughter soon. He died from a heart attack, which was sudden.
This is a poem I wrote today, I think after I got done singing or after I wrote it he came down from Heaven and has stayed by my side the rest of the day. I keep having bouts of instant sadness, overcome by it in fact, randomly crying, I can't look at his picture right now without breaking down. I have never had this happen to me in the 18 years I have been living.
I know he watches over me and keeps me safe, even if he was never ever able to hold me as a newborn, attend my concerts, come attend the family Christmas dinner, laugh with me, or spend time with me.
It's just hard but I will live knowing he is here, watching over me =)
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