So my sister and I are packing up my dads house and we inevitably get distracted by the boxes of buried treasure/memories were unearthing along the way. Tonight she found this poem I wrote after my grandpa Westphal passed away years ago. Im not typically a writer so finding this was such a neat snapshot into my 14 year self. To me its very interesting to see how I processed love, loss, grief then versus now. I had to resist the urge to edit while I transposed! This is long (I guess I was a wordy teenager...) but cool, especially if you knew the man: Who Was He? Who Am I? A girl and her grandfather He was a face strong and proud I am a face with his brown eyes He was a pair of hands that could do anything I am a pair of hands that will try to fill his shoes He was a voice always singing I am a voice who can’t carry a tune He was a father and grandfather, loved and respected I am his granddaughter; no one loved him more He was a teacher, a simple man so full of knowledge I was his student, always trying to make him proud I see him as the greatest man in the world He saw me as a girl who worked harder than the boys to prove she could He was the person in the family everybody called first when they were in trouble I am the one everybody overlooks He was a good timing cowboy to his friends; no one had more fun than him I am a quiet listener to my friends He could do anything, and if he couldn’t, he thought he could I can work and try to do half of what he could He dreamed about winning the lottery and buying everyone in the family what they wanted I dream about seeing him again He always remembered to do everything Grammy asked him to; he’d never let her down I always remember just a little too late He always forgot the bad in people and remembered the good I sometimes forget I have a lot to learn Not many people understood how much he loved them because he didn’t say it; it wasn’t his style Not many people understand how much he meant to me It wore him out going to work everyday. He was looking so forward to retirement next year It wears me out trying to please everyone He was: A man who gave everything he had A tinkerer that loved to work with his hands And now, a guardian angel making sure I do it right I am: A fighter A girl who has to prove herself A girl who needs her grandfather In loving memory of the greatest man I’ll ever know, my grandfather
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 05:51:23 +0000
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