Even though the seasons has chipped away at the light green paint. Though the screen door's hinges have rusted tight and the yard over grown with dandelions and thistles. I can still remember when the paint was fresh and the door brand new. Where in the yard we played. At my Grandfather's house Though the front porch is cracked and uneven. Though the rod iron support is tarnished but sturdy and the step is separated from its foundation. I can still remember when the porch was flawless and the buttress showed no age. The step in which we sat upon was firmly in place. At my Grandfather's house Though the side walk is shattered in large slabs and the curb slowly crumbling away. Though the drive way is no longer stone but grass. I can still remember when the side walk was together and the curb intact. The drive way nothing more than pure stone. At my Grandfather's house Even though my grandfather has passed away. Though light has faded and time has passed. I can still remember him waving. His light shining so bright. And time standing still in the joy that was shared . At my Grandfather's house
Treasured gift from God sent from the heavens. Precious angel delivered to us. Like a bright comet that streaks across the night sky and fades into the horizon. So did you... Though the brief was your brilliance, all were touched by your innocence. Often I have sat and envisioned, what you may have grown to be. I know, that you would have been a young man of great integrity and pride. As long as the stars continue to shine and like the comet that streaks across the night sky. I will always remember you. Absent, but not forgotten . Until my days are through and my journeys are all finished. So, ‘til we meet once more, Happy Birthday my darling Christopher.
The night my grandfather passed is a night I shall never forget... The night was still and clear, there wasn’t a person in sight. A once busy street was eerily silent and empty - The moon was full and floating underneath a gray haze of clouds . The wind was cold and bone chilling but gentle as it slyly blew in. As if, it were a foretelling of what was about to transpire- The hours passed and my grandfather’s breaths became shallower yet he was not distressed. When the hour of nine approached - The wind became colder and the snow began to fall. The first time in a long while . Around the time of twelve minutes after nine and a peaceful calm had fell over the house. The snow slacked up and a freezing breeze swept through. Then we knew - Grandfather had passed. The look of peace on his face proved that he had made a resolution with God, to leave this earth without struggle or strife. So in his sleep he did pass. But, only to awake around a host of family and friends that have been waiting for his return.
©Christina Womack
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