While I search for details, while I rummage through frames, flashes of my grandfather, what I am left with is the one and only important thing.
I’m left with your love Papa! Love has kept you alive.
The disease couldn’t take that one thing away from you. It didn’t win. Till the very end when everything else was gone, there was still love. After all is said and done, it’s what is left.
How much you loved and were loved in return. The love that will always remain in our hearts.
I hear it in music; I feel it every time I dance.
Happy Birthday in heaven Papa!
No more tears, it’s time to dance…