Saying goodbye is never easy..

This is my grandpa. He was my hero, my best friend, my idol. I loved him more than anything in my life. He was the strongest person I knew, the most hard working, the most caring, the most successful, and the bravest person I've ever known. He struggle with cancer for so long, and fought so hard to beat it. He never let it overcome his life, and even in his dying moments he was the most dignified man I've ever met. He died on August 29, 2011, at around midnight. He had prostate cancer that spread throughout his body, and there was no way the doctor's could stop it. They tried so many times, but there's only so much you can do for a man in his 80's. The last time I spoke to him, I told him everything that I've never been able to say. He wasn't really one to express his feelings, so I never really told him everything I wanted to; but when someone you love is dying and you know that this is the last time you'll get to see them, it's important to tell them everything. I wish that he could be here to see me graduate from high school, and to get married and have kids, but I know he's looking down on me from wherever he is and he's proud of me. I know that I didn't need any big events for him to be proud of me, because he was just proud of the things he knew I would do one day. I wish that I could just hug him one more time, or hear his voice, or see his smile, but I know that he's better off now than he was when he was lying in that hospital bed. I miss him more than anything, and I know that everyone else does too, but I know that I'll see him again one day. If I could see him again, I would tell him that I miss him and that I love him, and I would ask him to tell me one of his amazing stories. I can't believe it's been almost 5 months already; it seems like I was sitting on his lap and telling him about my day. One of my friends on Facebook posted this poem from an anonymous source, and I thought it fit the way I feel perfectly:

I cried when you passed away. I still cry today. Although I loved you dearly, I couldn't make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke my heart to prove to me he only takes the best. I miss you and love you, Grandpa.