I Remember When...

This was a little story I wrote before my Grandfather passed away I never really wanted to talk about it but I think its time.

I remember when I was young.

The days his warm hand held mine.

The days I would sit on his lap, listening to his endless stories. 

People might have said he was crazy, but I knew the truth.

His stories were a fairy tale, and I couldn't wait to be a part of them. 

But years have passed since I remember when I was young.

I'm sitting in a chair beside his bed now, holding his pale, cold hand in mine. 

As he slowly fades away. 

John R

1928-2010

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems and spelling mistakes

Reviews

[roses101]

Wow, it shows a lot of emotion.