Just a little something i been working on for myself over that last few days.

Kinda what i could see my grandfather being i guess. He passed last week
and it's been hard suddenly not having him around. Even if in his last few
month he wasn't really with us any more. He had alzheimer's and by the
end he was talking to people we couldn't see. As well as not seeming to know we where there...
I guess the hardest thing for me at the moment is that none of my family
could really say good-bye because of this.

I miss my pops. He was like a second father to me. Even when my parents couldn't be there i could always count on him and my grandmother. I miss
that goofy old man that would swap silly faces behind my grandma's back or
sneak that little candy before dinner...

R.I.P Pops i know you're better now and finally found your leg.