Bill
A grief poem
I don’t know how to do this. Life goes on but a life is ending and it's hard to see clearly with all these feelings pooling on my glasses. I want to ask God why. How can the life and soul lose his life? He seems fine. He seems fine. He laughs with vigour. I know he's not young, but people who are so loved should get extra time. I didn’t know my heart could break like this because I didn’t know a man without my blood could love me like family. Love is thicker than water. I want to say “don’t go”, but my tears feel selfish, so I release them in the supermarket, stifle them in my office toilets, and I don’t call. I can’t watch him get sicker. He can’t lose more weight. How will he carry his grandchildren? He’s on his boat, beer in hand, riding the tide.




“I know he's not young, but people who are so loved should get extra time.” 🥹🥹
That is so heartbreaking. Your words are beautiful and your love for him will endure ❤️ thanks for this