3-7-01
- 11 11 pm i was fine. when i walked in, i was fine. when that god damned scent hit me, i was still holding it together. when i saw my sister sitting on the same couch we sat on together at my sisters funeral, i was still holding it together. when the masons did their ceremony, i was fine. but when that old man began talking about my grandfather, when he started to tear up, thats when it hit me. this man, my grandfather, was a damn great man, and a testament to that fact was another grown man doing his best to not cry over his death. then the ceremony was over. they cleared away from the coffin. i walked up there, stood by myself. the tears which had been resting on my eyelashes started to move. but still, i think i was fine even then. i was fine until this lady came up behind me, put her hand on my back, told me: "do you know how special you were to him? he was very very proud of you. he got to watch you grow up..." and there i lost it. as soon as she said he was proud of me. i lost it. and i was so damn alone at that moment. my mom rescued me. she came from around my side and i just collapsed into her. she asked if i needed to go outside, i nodded, and took off. down the hall. out the double doors. around the side of the building. leaned against the wall. my mom followed me. she asked me if i needed to be alone, i said yeah, she went back around the corner. i fell to the ground. and i sat there crying. this man, this great man, he was the only member in my family i never worried about being proud of me, or making them not like me, or whatever little unsecure children think. i always knew, with him, that he was proud. that he loved me. and that's a gift i never repaid to him. that's a gift i can't explain. that's a gift i carry inside of me. later, after visitation, i called the girl. she said: "he's still proud of you." and i smiled. told her i knew. and i do know. grandpa. thank you. |