Lost my pops 10 years ago this June. Felt this shyt in my soul. Funny enough, I just had a dream the other day that he stopped by for a visit and I was hype he’d get to meet his grandson for the first time. I told him to come with me to go pick him up from daycare, and to just wait while I changed. He joked that I was taking to long and was waiting for me in the car. By the time I came outside, he was pulling off and took the wrong turn down the street.
“Scared to show up to your grave cause I might try to dig it out…”