i never really knew you.
you died when i was two.
coincidentally near the time i almost died.
my parents dont press blame or talk about it
but i think it was me.
my mom believes that when in crucial life threatening situations, one stays because another life chooses to go.
she tells me she thinks you left so i could carry on.
and i can't help but feel sorry.
she says it was what God planned for us.
but i can't help but hurt when i see the sorrow form in her face.
she misses you
and it's because of me.
she says you're like my guardian angel and i hope i make you proud.
you never got to see me grow up into who i am now.
you were never able to see me ride a bike,
or read my one page stories i worked so hard on,
or sleep through my many dance recitals.
but in a way you were there through it all.
watching over me from the beautiful skies.
so thank you grandpa,
for being there for me in the world you no longer live in.
-m
