Grandpa

The night outside my window
Looks as hollow as a bone
As I sit here with my misery
So lost and so alone.

The wind is like a haunting voice
Calling your sweet name.
It chills me and I know inside
I'll never be the same.

I see your face and hear the words
I never got to say.
The pain is overwhelming
And I'm not o-fucking-kay.

I love you, and I miss you,
And I hope you know it's true.
The day I lost you, Grandpa,
Was the day I lost me too.

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In loving memory of Jack Arnold Long
June 27, 1919 - Jan. 17, 2009

You will ALWAYS be the Leader of the Band.
Rest in Peace, Sport.
I love you so much.