Pictures are hanging on our walls

Your face with gold framed glasses smiling back
I'm in your lap or holding your hand
Grinning just as big as you.
Going to visit you every day when both parents worked,
With you I laughed and cherished time.
Your white truck always bright and clean
Picking me up from school.
Turning off the passenger airbag so I wouldn't get scared
Buying me as many chicken nuggets as my heart desired.
Small gestures like these
That I would soon forget,
I am older now, more "wiser", more "independent"
Isolating myself from your care, I grow selfish.
School work is first
Hearing your voice is last.
No more truck rides
or holding your hand.
No more listening to your fatherly advice
when mine is gone.
And the taste of chicken nuggets now brings tears
Saddened with the person I've grown into.
I sometimes sit in my own car
and pretend I'm in your truck.
Or even repeat advice you gave me in my head
just to remember your gentle words.
But it is not the same, and never will be.
I am sorry, Grandpa.
My love for you is still here
Even though it doesn't show at times.
You will always be my grandpa,
The best Grandpa one could possibly be.