MY GRANDFATHER, MY CHAMPION

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My Grandfather was the only adult I ever really trusted. William, my cousin committed suicide and I believe they are together waitng for me.

MY GRANDFATHER, MY CHAMPION

 

MY GRANDFATHER, MY CHAMPION 10-05-09

 

Fortitude. A word he emailed me one day,

along with the definition, which describes him

more than me. He saw something I couldn’t see.

 

I did not know my grief would be so deep,

But it is… so now in my heart I weep.

I should have called him while he was still strong,

so I could’ve talked to him but now he is gone.

 

My Grandfather is more than this moniker proclaims.

He is my guardian angel, as well as my best friend.

He was my best answer and my best champion.

 

We talked to each other privately.

He never once came down on me.

He knew his words would stay with me.

They encouraged me, he believed in me.

 

Grandpa, when you first met me, I wasn’t afraid.

I knew this in my heart even as a baby.

 

You saw me clearly; you picked me up dearly.

The kindness of your smile, your chuckle so gentle,

You lifted me high up into your arms.

 

You brought me face to face with you.

I saw my mother’s eyes, crystal clear bright blue.

I could feel her heart beating… deep down inside of you.

I wasn’t but a few days old, but that was when I knew.

I laughed for the first time, a real giggly goo.

 

I was hypnotized by your serenity as I looked back at you.

 

Your silver hair, your smooth face, so easy to reach out and touch.

Your tallness, your grace, your ease, your love has meant so much.

You loved me from the beginning and I’ve always known as such.

 

You woke up my tiny spirit, in that one single day.

Your face, your vibration introduced another way.

You introduced me to salvation.

Grandpa, you never let me down.

 

Years later, you came to me, I was hurting deeply

You reached for me when I was sick, you had faith in me.

You sent me roses, two dozen at least, with a simple sentence or two;

“My dear, I love you, and Jesus loves you too.”

You gave me your love and your strength to hold onto. 

 I hear you, whisper softly in my ear.

“My baby girl, my little Susie Jo

Don’t give in, and don’t let go.

You know I’ve been where you have been.

You have been there and back again.

I’m not far, I see you and I know you feel me now.

William is one among many protecting you somehow.” 

I dream and see you, William, meeting Grandpa now!

As well as all of the others, you ascend arm in arm. 

Thomas Duncan Bloodworth, you are timeless.

I see you as brand new. Your Silver Soul is brighter than gold.

I can never repay you, unless I listen and follow you.

I’m not afraid, I’ll be there too, walking between the both of you.

Until then, I still cry, I’ve lost my dearest ally.

Then you come to me and let me know this is not the end!

I will not have to remember you! You are with me still!

I see you flying over me, as you perform God’s will.

(© Written by sjhunt-bloodworth10-05-09)

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ApaqRasgirl commented on MY GRANDFATHER, MY CHAMPION

12-29-2010

that was so very touching and heartfelt, your tribute in this piece to your grandfather is truly amazing and I am so glad that you found the strength you needed in him and his love held you close when you needed it so much.....wonderful write dear friend with words that flowed so well and told such a wonderful story of such a great man.........loved it dear and thanks for sharing this wonderful part of your life with us........loves ya Namaste asha

sjhunt2005

12/29/2010

Thank you, Asha. Love you much, Susan

thecross commented on MY GRANDFATHER, MY CHAMPION

11-06-2010

A touching emotional write with a certain depth of sadness you relayed your feelings well.

sjhunt2005

11/08/2010

thank you, the cross. I appreciate it that you took the time to read and comment. I'll try and do the same as much as I can. Where ya from?

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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