Feeling the Rain

Not too long ago, I lost my grandpa. Him and I often exchanged letters back and forth. It brought me immense joy to share the same love of writing with him. He taught me to be weird, unique, and peaceful during times of chaos. I am fortunate enough to have kept every letter he sent me. During the last conversation I had with him, he said he was in the middle of writing me a letter. Not too long after, I received a phone call and learned that he passed away.  A few days later, I received the letter he was writing to me during our last phone call. It touched my heart and let me know that he is still with me: memories and love etched into my soul. Here is a poem he sent me (he lost it in 2019 and mailed it to me recently). I will miss you, Rusty. Thank you for everything. Every time I see a pencil or pen, I will think about you and the love we shared for writing.

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10-16-19

From clear skies

to breezy – to watching

the clouds form – spread

low and fast at first.

Full-ish moon (two days after)

I left my hood off .

-Written by the late and great Rusty