Ema Mur

This is a poem about my grandpa who lived through 2 different types of cancer, then sadly died of a third type.

You were always my hero
I loved you till the end
you were a fighter
you never gave up
then you lost your grip
and fell out of my life forever

At first it was so hard
I couldn`t believe you were gone
without a chance to say good bye
I should have told you
you were my hero
my idol, my person of the hour

I wish I could say
things I should have said
I wish I could take back
things I should not have said