The wave

Many years ago a nine year old girl stood in denial...
Her Papa,one of her bestest friends was going to die...
Mommy said we would see him again but that didn't take away the ache inside of her heart....
She watched as he grew weaker. She refused to go in his room...
That wasn't her Papa in there, she thought...
One day she sat in the kitchen and watched the hands on the clock go by, wishing she could go home...
Something she had never wished before when she was at her grandparents house....
Her Mimi had come into the room and looked her in the eye...
"Ginger, he is going to die."
"Please come in with me and tell Papa you love him"...
Scared to death, she went into the room that held so many memories...
And came to a stop...
His dark hair was combed back. His eyes were looking down...
Tightly she held Mimi's hand while she cleared her throat...
"Good bye Papa...I love you!"
He hadn't said a word to anyone for many, many hours...he wasn't long for this world and he knew it....

But hearing his granddaughter's voice...he lifted up his hand and he waved to me...
A day later.... twelve years ago today he walked through Heavens gates cancer free...I will see you again, papa!!!

Here's my tribute to him from last year.