Why Grandad? Poem by Daniel Adams

You were suffering, you were ill.
We wanted you here, selfish yet still
We didn't bear to think of you gone,
I wanted you here for so so long.

Stashing them away, bit by bit,
You'd had it planned, you knew all of it.
You knew what every last pill would do,
You didn't know what it would leave behind too.

Can you imagine the grief and the pain we suffered?
Angry I thought you wouldn't be bothered.
So angry I didn't even start to miss,
Now I'm curious... Why did you do this?