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April Fool's This was a day where jokes are played; a day where tricks are played and fools are brought out; a day where people laugh and joke at each other; but this was not that ordinary day, my grandfather died today. He went as the day came, silent and peaceful as though all were well. He went on a day unknown for such reasons, but where dreams and happiness dwell. It was as though he'd been awake all his life and then just closed his eyes and went to sleep, awakening in Heaven. He lived with a strict hand but had a heart that no force could shadow. A heart unfrightened of facing life as it came; and death. He went in such a manner that could be considered beautiful, though no beauty is found in darkness. He faced life with spirit and determination. Determined to win his battle with life though it had seemed already lost, but still, he was my grandfather. A man of much wisdom and many pains and happiness, until his own book of life ended in its final chapter; death. This was not the day for fools, for jokes, for pranks, for tricks, for laughter. It was the day when my grandfather died, peacefully, as he had lived. And journeyed to the Gates of God. |
Additional Notes:
i wrote this poem on April 1, 1993. I was sixteen at the time and had just received the phone call from the hospital telling me that my grandfather had "expired". my parents had were on the way to the hospital to visit him and so i was the first to hear of his passing. i wrote this after hanging up the phone and completed it in about five minutes. there have been very few moments that have effected me as much to allow such writing to occur so instantaneously. this is the original version and has never been changed. it was read aloud at his wake and i placed a copy of it in the inside pocket of his dress suit upon burial. thank you all for reading and i welcome any and all comments. i know some punctuation may be off but the subject matter was more powerful and important at the time. thank you again for reading.
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