Sick with worry,
Wrought with pain.
I can't believe,
That it could happen again.
So soon.
So fast.
The pain, this time, shall last.
No time to subside.
No time to hold up and hide.
Too soon.
Too fast.
I don't know how my heart,
Will make it past,
Losing the light, from the life that raised me,
Or losing the one with whom I finally,
Built something strong,
I thought would last so long.
And before long...
They'll BOTH be gone.
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My grandfather, who raised me, recently died.
When my grandmother asked me to write something for him, a poem,
I couldn't get anything out. It was too much too soon. So I wrote a letter instead. But I never felt like that was enough.
I just found out my father, whom I've built a strong connection with since adulthood, has bone cancer, that will not go away. It will go into remission but it will come back. So...he will die from cancer.
I've never dealt with death. And I don't know how. This is the first time true tragedy has struck my life. And I'm scared for my father. But greatful he's not scared. He's been dead once before I "knew" him. But I'm scared enough for both of us. I don't know how to deal with losing both of them. So please, if you can't be gentle, move along. Criticism is different however. Just try to be tactful.

