but as I sit, with your slowly cooling body, I remember how only hours earlier you were holding my hand and squeezing whenever I tried to let go. I remember listening to the sound of your breathing, how it paused and restarted, how I wondered if it would be your last. I knew tonight was the night, after all, we’ve waited for this moment for years.
But as I walk into the houses filled with silent family, I know that I’ll see you in the sunset I already love so much. How I know you’re better off where you’ve gone, in these wee minutes of the morning, telling your stories to all those who will listen. I’ll miss you so. Love you Grandaddy.