Here & Gone

In a few days it's going to be a year since my other half drifted away. In a few days that I'm not looking forward to, but I know I have too. Is it crazy to think I rather be at my grandparent's house with just family, remembering the greatest and even the worst times in memory of Papi?

In a way, I sometimes imagine him laying down on my couch watching the black screen TV, even cooking in the kitchen. It's like I'm waiting for him to call me again like how he used to. At my grandparents house, I'd go straight to their room expecting him to be there laying down relaxing, or at the kitchen table eating and conversating with whomever was around. But he's not here...

I can't believe he's gone. He was my grandfather, a father to me, a guide, a philosopher, a real wise great Man. I miss him everyday and honestly, there's not a day that I don't cry every time I see his pictures in my kitchen and a shrine of him at my grandparents house, in the living room. I know he's up there with God and the Angels, even my brother's Father too, Choky.

Both great Men. Both too soon to be gone. I miss and love them with all my heart and soul. They will forever be Here and Gone.