the only Man ill ever love.
i wonder what my grandpa would say about me now, if only death hadnt stolen him so many years ago.
sometimes i dont think ive done enough for him to be proud of,
other times i imagine him beaming at the thought of his little girl growing up.
growing up;
ive had to do so much of that too fast and ive recently started to feel stunted by my own growth.
but at least, im still carrying on.
i miss the smell of my gramps, the feel of his soft hands holding onto mine to keep me safe.
the concern that was a constant glaze over his eyes.
the way his middle finger was used to point things out,
the way tenderness concealed all other emotions the moment he spoke to me.
i miss coming home to him, wherever that was.
