Grandpa Doug
Oh how I miss your sweet smile
The things you say
The way you smelled
I was with you in the hospital
I thought that was the end but I guess it wasn’t
Now I know that you’re not suffering anymore
No more pain no more tears
You’re up there in the sky
You made right with god
And you weren’t afraid of dying
poem by Marissa Ford
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