It is not easy to see the people you love disappear.

Their face turning into a photograph, 

admiring the soft dimples cheeks bear.

Your voice has turned into videos, 

replaying them  to hear the joy behind your chuckle  one last time 

so I don’t forget the laughs we shared.

Your clothes became a sacred blanket,

the smell of your cologne throughout. 

Summer fishing boat rides we once shared together 

turning into small cherished memories, 

longing to feel the wind against our faces again. 

Your favorite places turned into reminders,

that I won’t be able to have one last hug, 

just one last goodbye.

Gramps and Grandaddy are now just a memory.

Yet I have come to realize one thing,

Some things are just not meant to be understood. 

The small moments are the ones I shall cherish.