Daddy on Death

The other day, my dad and I watched a movie at home and when it was over, we spoke about the depth the movie possessed. As he continued to talk, I thought of my late maternal grandmother. He continued on with his understanding of the movie and how relatable the sentiments evoked are. He spoke of his father who passed away several years ago and I listened, counting how little he has spent expressing his feelings towards his father. Eventually I couldn't fight back tears for the absence of my grandma. I came to feel like:
Strength is far from me as my body bends and folds to the floor,
withdrawn from my usual cheerful,
limbs and organs missing,
a piece of me I can dream and hear but not see...
RIP Grandma