A dear friend of mine posted this in reply to my journal about my Poppy and Grandpa, and I thought I would share it with the rest of you as it may hold as great a meaning to you as it did to me.  I've read some pretty words before, but these were truely beautiful.  Thank you Jake, you've no idea what your reply meant to me, it brought tears to my eyes.

How soft a whisper can get
When you're walking through a crowded space
I hear every word being said
And I remember that everyday
I get a little bit closer to you

How long an hour can take
When you're staring into open space
When I feel I'm slipping further away
I remember that everyday
I get a little bit closer to you

These are the days
That I won't get back
I won't hear you cry
Or hear you laugh
And when it's quiet
And I don't hear a thing
I can always hear you breathe

You know there's nowhere else
I've wanted to be
Than be there when you need me
I'm sorry too
But don't give up on me
And just remember that when you were asleep
I got a little bit closer to you