Eight long months

For eight long months
I watched him slowly die
I can't say when
I can't say how
But In that time
I made a descision
I wouldn't leave home
till they can make it
all on their own.

I put their lives before mine
just as I put him before me
My grandfather died
and I made the descion
To follow my path but
with few alterations
I know what I want
and a year after hes gone
i'm still finding a way to get their.

He made me promise to look after her
But she is old and stubborn as nails
So ill try to keep my promise and
not forget to respect how she is
Because failure is not an option when
theirs a promise to be kept.

So one year after eight awful months
I take peace in I know he feels better
No pain to be had no Tears to be spilt