Newton Boer Goats: March 6, 2001

Whenever I have a lot on my mind, whether I'm happy, sad or whatever, I like to turn to a pen and some paper. Sometimes just a journal other times I write poems. 8 years ago today, I lost one of the greatest men I will ever know to cancer...my grandpa. A year later, I was thinking about him and went to my room and came up with this...go easy on me, I was only 16!

March 6, 2001

A day I will dread for years to come.

6:22 was the time I woke

My mom came in her voice trembled as she spoke.

I heard the words, they were very clear

I sat up in bed and wiped a single tear.

The tears started flowing in a never ending stream

I told myself to wake up it was all just a bad dream.

Reality struck and I knew I was awake

For this bad dream was anything but fake.

There was a feeling in my stomach, kind of like a knife,

I knew I this was going to be one of the hardest days of my life.

It's been year now, March 6, 2002

There are so many things I want to tell you.

I know I can't see you anywhere,

but I know wherever I go, you will always be there.

From the sky is where you fell, only to land in my hand.

Together, forever we will stand.

I miss the things we used to do,

I miss the things we'll never get to,

But most of all Grandpa, I miss you.

In heaven we will meet here-after

Where we'll all live happily ever after.

That day I will dread for years to come,

That day, March 6, 2001

Some of my favorite memories are those from when I stayed at my grandma and grandpas house. They were farmers and I loved going to visit during harvest because he would always let me ride in the combine with him. Two of my cousins are around the same age as me and we would always go spend the night at the same time - every night before bed, my grandma would come in, tuck us all in and pray with us. We, of course, were never tired and my grandpa would always come in and say "if you guys don't settle down I'm gonna bite your toes!"
The last time I saw my Grandpa was three days before he passed...I didn't really talk to him because he mostly slept. We got ready to go and I said goodbye to him - more-so a "i will see you later" goodbye. The one thing I regret to this day is not telling him that I loved him, I know that he knows, but I wish I would have told him.

As I drove away from my grandparents house after he was gone, a song came on the radio that pretty much summed it all up...I had to pull over so I could cry, and to this day I have a tough time listening to that song. The song was, "I Will Remember You" by Sarah Mclachlan.