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Grandpa
December 22, 2008
I still smell him.
The smell of sweet tobacco floats on a phantom breath
He is here with me
In my room, in the car, at school.
Everywhere I go, he is watching over me.
When I am frightened all I need to do is inhale.
The sweet scent fills my head and I know I am safe.
When the day comes that I can close my eyes and no longer smell him, I will know.
I will open my eyes and he will be there.
Waiting to welcome me.
Waiting to take me home.
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