I wish you were here. I wish it so bad the orange juice in my stomach is turning. I wish you were here smelling like old spice after shave and cigarette smoke. I wish you were here to rescue me from my parents. I wish you were here to hold my hand to your heart during church, or sing no doubt with me because you liked the way they sounded even when you had no idea who they were. I wish I could kiss you goodbye on your hand like old times, and you’d leave a note for me on my small chalk board calling me your sweetheart. I hope heaven’s good to you Grandpa, because you were so good to me.