Alex made a little card one autumn day in 2021. On the front, he drew a man with glasses and a cane. A tissue paper flower was perched atop the card and below was written Grandpa Bob.
On the back of the card was the childlike penmanship of an 8 year old pouring out the thoughts of a poet, far beyond that of a child.
It read:
You died when I was just toddler. I knew you were sick, but I thought you had time. I should have savored those moments, for I would never experience that again.
(followed with a small drawing of a broken heart)
I miss you, Bob…
And such were the thoughts on the mind of a child who had only lived a scant eight years at that time. I cherish this little card. Alex is nine now (almost 10 as I would be corrected!). Just imagine what Alex will have to say in 10 years.
You have tears in your eyes right now – don’t you, honey?
a gdovin girl's perspective 