2
aw <3 hope you're doing wellI don't think this would be considered poetry, but this is my goodbye to my grandpa before he died of cancer:
Dear Avô,
You have always been, and will always be that face that makes me smile. When I look at you, I see me, and it’s in our genetics. You are the reason I’m trying my best to learn Portuguese, as I want to have fun conversations with you and avó. Cancer is just one obstacle in your long, and journey-full life, your life can be multiple books. My Portuguese heritage that originated probably generations upon generations ago from the Romans, Celtics, Visigoths, Carthaginians, and natives, makeup your distant ancestors all the way to you, then to my dad and to me. This is a beacon of light we share. When I think of the question, what is life? I think of the most astounding fact that, in the grand-scheme of things we are just dust particles floating in an infinitely expanding cosmos. This is true, we are so small on this planet thats orbit is one of quadrillion’s, but I don’t get sad at this fact. No, not at all. When I look up to the sky, I stand tall because I know my atoms are remnants of the stars that formed billions of years ago. I think of this everyday, that when I look up at the night sky and I know that yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. Grandpa, when I see you, I think of this. When I reflect on that fact, I look up – many people feel small because they’re small and the Universe is big – but I feel big with you, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity. That’s really what you want in life, you want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant you want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive.
Love you for eternity,
---
Bookmarks