by Betty Stone

Created on: April 10, 2009

Seeing my Grandaddy,

pale and thin,

cancer ravaging his body,

crushed my heart with pain.

Holding the tears in my throat,

hurt so much.

But I could not hurt him,

by shedding them.

"Don't pity me," he said.

"I have had a good life,

and I am proud of my grandchildren."

His kindness and love,

still shone bright and strong,

even on so dark a day.

He was an angel on earth,

and he is an angel still.

Guiding me through life,

with his deep, undying love.

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