Its just Coffee

   I had the best grandpa ever. My grandpa always used to tell me and siser "Girls you are just too much!" and then he'd laugh. When i was little he used to take me, my sister, and my grandma to the dollar store allot and from their the grocery store. Sometimes my grandma would drag him out to the store and he'd sit in a bench and fall asleep or if he could he'd wait in the car listening to some jazz. It didn't matter if it was crazy hot in Texas he'd stay their. A man who fought in the army being 1st Sargent ? He could handle anything. Finding him was easy, he always had his army hats with badges, white t-shirt and pants, and oh was he tall. Allot of people thought he was my real grandfather but to be honest? i let people think what they wanted because in my heart i felt that way. 

     My Grandpa was a black man, the grandma's third husband and even though i never met the other men, it didn't matter. He grew up with me and stayed on this earth till i was at least 14. Him being a man, i knew he wasn't perfect but just like any other grand daughter i loved him. He told my sister and i that we were his favorite out of all the rest of the grand kids. Haha thats funny, i always thought that i never took it the wrong way he was pretty old school. I  used to wake up in the middle of the night to go use the bathroom and their he was. Sitting the big chair near the window with his bills, news paper, and coffee. You could smell the coffee every night till one or 2 in the morning, it'll fill up the house.

      When he passed away, i was barely about to start my 1st year of high school and it was a big deal to me. He normally helped out with the shopping but that year it was a little hard on all of us. it was hard, when he was the brick that kept us all together and then he was gone. I missed him i  think we all did. When he was at the hospital i didn't get to visit him much and  i guess because i was scared , and when i wanted too they wouldn't let me. I think that was the point when he was getting worse but nobody wanted to tell us so they kept it in low down. I saw him once more and he didn't even know who i was. I had to tell him my name and then he remembered ,but he just smiled and i told him that i loved him and then i had to leave because it was my sisters turn. Things like that you cant ever forget but i try not to think about it as often its been years now.

       Now that im 21 allot of things have changed. I have a step dad who i care for, a little brother, and even a 15 year old pain in thee ass step brother haha. Maybe things happen for a reason even if we can't expect them at the beginning . Maybe sometimes people have to leave your life so that new people can enter. Its not suppose be sad, its suppose to help you grow. You know whats crazy though?  i sometimes still feel his presences around the house and even though its been years, i still believe he is here. When i dream about him i think hes just visiting to let us know that hes watching us, that hes okay. I  think the craziest part of all is that i still smell coffee in the middle of the night ,and by that point everyone is asleep.What can i say...its just coffee.