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Dear Grandad
ALK (4/6/87 / Bath)

Dear Grandad

Poem By Amy Louise Kerswell

Oh how I miss you so very much.
I never knew what sorrow that day would bring.
When your hart of gold stopped beating.
And I couldnt do a thing.

I know you had cancer.
And knew your pain had to end.
But it dosent make the loss of you any easier.
I miss you still.

Death is a hard thing.
And the grieving part still exits.
But most of all.
I wonder what would you think of me now?

Would you think I was some kind of bitch.
Or some sort of coward that wants to end life?
When you fought so hard for yours.
And you still went away.
Just what would you think of me?

Its a thing I often wonder.
But I remember you werent one to judge.
You saw the good in everyone.
No matter what they did.

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A lovely tribute to your Grandad, Amy. He obviously loved you very much, too. Love, Fran xxx