My Final Goodbye Poem by Jon Marco Ibe

My Final Goodbye

Did you ever loose someone you cared for?

I did. My Grandpa, or I called him Tatay.

I was not there to say goodbye to him,

Or

Give him a last kiss, a last hug,

Or a last goodbye.

I remember, when i was a child,

He always carried me and gave kisses and I hated it,

But deep inside I did like it, and it felt good.

Now he's gone and it will never be the same without him.

He will be missed.

I will miss him when I wake up early in the morning.

I will miss him when he wakes me up in early morning.

I will miss him.

I didn't know how to react when I heard the news

that he had died.

At that moment I wanted to cry and shout,

But I couldn't because I was shocked.

After I hung up the phone I cried.

My tears fell like a waterfall.

And I remembered what he said to me,

'Death is not the end. It's a new beginning for the people who got left behind'

He was my Hero, my Teacher, my Grandpa.

And he will always be.


To may Grandpa,

May the Road Rise to meet you.

May the Wind always be on your back.

May the Sunshine warm your face.

May the rains fall soft on you feet.

Until we meet again.

May God always hold you in his hand.

May your Soul Rest In Peace.



Grandpa who died 01/25/08