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your voice calling for help that I used to hear every night I still hear them the night where I can't sleep. grandpa, it used to annoy me just how you need every assistance in everything you do even when you don't seem to need it, you wanted attention and care, I ignored you because I needed rest and peace, I figured it's the same as the rest of the house.

I still regretted it, the last night you called for help, I didn't give you the attention you wanted, it still eats me to this day because in the morning you were long gone, the house was silent and quiet.

It didn't come to me just how terrible it comes to be until I saw your emaciated body in the funeral home, all that is left of you is weathered skin and sticking bones.

I'm sorry for everything I didn't do I'm sorry for ignoring you sometimes when you needed attention and care I know my excuses didn't justify anything, I cried thinking about your last moments alone when I could've been there with you through it all, I'm sorry I'm sorry, it's too late to feel this regret deeply and I missed you so much

My child. My dude. My broski in Christ. Say whatchu want. Confess whatchu want. Ask whatchu want. Cartwheel your heart out and, for once, try to be hilarious for the Summoning.