I Wish
It was early one morning.
Raining.
Cold.
I was five.
My parents said everythingβ¦
Everything was going to be fine.
Wellβ¦
Parents lie.
It was Christmas. Actually.
We were at Grandpa Tomβs house.
And he was dying.
Brain cancer.
I was five.
Well, when youβre that age,
You donβt understand death.
Death is like,
βIβll be on a vacation for the rest of my life.β
Haha.
That is actually probably
exactly what I was thinking.
Oh, Grandpa Tom isnβt waking up
for his vacation.
Now I look back on that and think,
He passed away in his bed.
And I was in his room when it happened.
I watched as his eyes closed.
I watched as his breathing stopped.
I remembered that day vividly.
Right after, Grandma Cheryl cried.
I just continued playing.
I wish I told him I loved him so much.
I wish I told him how happy I was,
that he battled cancer for four years.
But I was five.
And nowβ¦ heβs gone.