This poem was written about an hour after they pulled my grandfather off the resporator & such on Sunday, Oct. 19th. He passed away about three hours after they took him off general life support.

I had just spent some time with him and said my peace before I had to leave the hospital and vent (hence, where this poem came from).

It mostly talks about how his illness and death brought all of his 8 kids together. There has been a long history of infighting and civil conflict between my mom and her 7 siblings. For a really long time, they almost never talked to one another.

All this, though, really made everyone snap out of whatever was keeping them away from each other and really start acting like a family.

Comments always welcome.