I Still Can't Believe You're Gone
April 6, 2010
Was the day I got the call
That told me I'd lost you.
I was at school that day
And knew something was wrong
Even before my phone rang.
You went peacefully in your sleep
But that didn't make me feel better
About losing my own personal
Marvin Martian,
My Eeyore #1.
I should have gone to see you
That one last time,
But I didn't.
I went for a week
To help clean out your house,
The house where we created
So many memories.
It was so hard
To be there without you,
To go through your things
And know it was for the last time.
We knew you were with us
The day of your memorial service,
From the time we stopped at the store
And the wind blew up our skirts,
To the three photo machines
That weren't working when we ran late.
We knew you were with us
From the poodle-like woman working there,
To my cousins tripping over nothing
Everywhere we went.
To repay your for all you did,
We scattered your ashes In a way perfect for you
And no one else.
You wanted your remains
Tossed in a dumpster,
But instead we put them
In an old peanut butter jar
Before pouring you out of an airplane
Over the airport and the houses and pools
Of some overly rich people.
It's now been over a year,
But I still can't believe you're gone.
I'll love you and miss you
For the rest of my life.
Rest in peace, Grampa.
Was the day I got the call
That told me I'd lost you.
I was at school that day
And knew something was wrong
Even before my phone rang.
You went peacefully in your sleep
But that didn't make me feel better
About losing my own personal
Marvin Martian,
My Eeyore #1.
I should have gone to see you
That one last time,
But I didn't.
I went for a week
To help clean out your house,
The house where we created
So many memories.
It was so hard
To be there without you,
To go through your things
And know it was for the last time.
We knew you were with us
The day of your memorial service,
From the time we stopped at the store
And the wind blew up our skirts,
To the three photo machines
That weren't working when we ran late.
We knew you were with us
From the poodle-like woman working there,
To my cousins tripping over nothing
Everywhere we went.
To repay your for all you did,
We scattered your ashes In a way perfect for you
And no one else.
You wanted your remains
Tossed in a dumpster,
But instead we put them
In an old peanut butter jar
Before pouring you out of an airplane
Over the airport and the houses and pools
Of some overly rich people.
It's now been over a year,
But I still can't believe you're gone.
I'll love you and miss you
For the rest of my life.
Rest in peace, Grampa.