Requiescat in pace.

Even though you don't say it, I know that I'm your most adored. Not that I did anything about it. We don't go out for outings, we don't talk much, we don't even sit together at the same dining table. But still, I love you. It's all too late to say these now, but at least, I didn't miss sending you off on your final journey, watching you fade away with your last breath. I forced myself not to shed even a tear; I did it, but I had to hold back a lot. I know you do not want us to cry over your departure, but it's part of accepting what is. I will always miss you.
Love,
Your grandson.
Blogged at 11:54 pm