To the Grandfather I Lost

I wish I could hold him,
Find out what he was like.
I wish I knew if he was funny,
Or a grumpy, old man.

I wish he was here,
So that I could see,
That he was always lovely.
I wish I could have loved him.

I heard he was a great man,
But I wanted to see for myself.
He died and that was it,
I wish I'd had him.

They said he was a laugher,
I wonder if it's true.
Maybe they just want me,
To remember him that way.

I will think of you always,
I wish I could have met you,
And I don't know if I will.
But I'll just have to wait and see.

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To the Gandfather I lost to cancer! He visited his first grandchild (me) instead of seeking treatment and died soon after.