About this poem:

I wrote this poem about my grandfather who died from prostate cancer four years ago. He was my best friend. We went everywhere together. When he died, I lost it. But I kept my emotions inside outside the home.
It's hard not having him around. Especially around the holidays. He died four days before Easter. The only good thing is he went in his sleep. Unfortunately, my grandmother had to find him the next morning. He slept in a hospital bed downstairs in his house because he got so bad he couldn't even walk up stairs. He went from being outdoors active everyday to laying in a freaking bed all day and I didn't even visit him because I couldn't see him in that state he was in! I break down and cry sometimes because it gets unbearable. Luckily I have a great family support system. But my grandmother and I get emotional together because we're very close.