I admit it
I put Grandma to rest a long time ago
But it's still hard
Talking to Dad
And hearing sixty-three years of love just breaking
His voice shaking, edgy
My training kicks in
Just listening, keeping the edge off, tears down tight
Dad knows it too
He's not hiding
Says he "feels like shit... no reason to hide it now."
He's right, it'll hit me soon.
It always does
When I see the terrible job the undertaker tries
It's not his fault
It'll remind me that I can let go
Of the shell that clung so long when her mind let go
It's not her fault either
