Art

Funny how the ways of life strike so fast. One minute you're barely remembering the past and the next you're fighting to take as much in as possible with us. The world moves in a funny way, sometimes faster than we think. Preserve what you can and don't regret what you can't. My thoughts, monitor the phone. Hoping the words are never uttered. The tears will never fall. A goodbye will never be said. Our hearts desire time, when there is little left.

I sat there, next to him. My head on his shoulder wishing it could stay there forever. Pushing sleep aside, my eyes stare. I focus, trying to memories every piece of him. From the moment I arrived, time slowed, the world didn't matter. Only life, the here and now stood above the rest.

So I sat there. Staring. Trying to ingrain the image into my mind. I wanted to remember every wrinkle, every grin, every gray hair. His eyes are soft, full of love, memorizing the world in his own way. They light up as we talk about the wisdom he's gained over the hears. Little tan boots cover his feet, slippers that have seen many mornings and many evenings. Red bathrobes now hold a special place in my heart as it, tied perfectly around his waist. Slowly a smile cracks across my face as I notice his political pajamas.

My heart pours out love for him. So much so that it hurts that time is not enough. This man means everything to me. More than I think he will ever know. The kindness that seeps from his heart, slowly into the lives of others is intoxicating. His heart pours joy. Once a heart that carried him from WWII, to births, to deaths, to love and everything in between. Now beats slower, steadier, time limiting the days. The heart is tired, but the spirit still kicks strong.

My hero, my love, my one and only. Conversations, memories, laughs and loves...treasure them. Only the Lord knows the number of our days. In the end, the only thing that matters is what you can take with you from this world to the next.

Art, I love you. To me, you are a hero. To me you are the most important thing, you are my Grandpa. To me, you are in my heart.