Memoir Monday

The Butterflies Roam Free

I heard his weakened voice responding to me saying I loved him. I heard from his lips "me too."
Hot tears fell from my eyes the phone went blank, all I heard was the pulse of the phone after I had said goodbye. I did not know this was the last goodbye I would say to my grand-papa during my life on earth.
I hated to know he was in pain that he was suffering deeply. Then I knew these were the last few days in his war against Multiple Sclerosis. I realized he was soon going to die. I realize now not to take people for granted I miss him so much. I was afraid for him. My dad was there with him. I still had to go to school during this time I hoped he wouldn't die. As school finished I walked to my to my car. My mom seemed sad I asked her why, she looked at me and said "He died, he died last night in his sleep." I began to feel the tears of memories with him come down my face. She did tell me until now, she thought it was best to keep it  from me till this moment because she wanted me to get through the day at school. I got home and the atmosphere was sad and heavy. I went to see how my dad was doing I called him, his voice sounded dull and empty like something was missing. I could not blame him for bare losing my dad as had just happened to him. He talked with me, I tried comforting him as he tried to comfort me. That night I dreamt of the milestones of my life that my grand-papa would not attend in my future, with his empty spot in my mind, staying empty till my life ends.

Eric