That one day

         There he stood, a very large man, he was watching the sunrise over the hill. Drinking his warm coffee, black, no sugar and no creamer just a strait black French roast that had a sweet smell, vanilla. He stood there sipping it letting out a sigh, not of disappointment but as happiness, like it was a small slice of heaven. Then he turned around, I didn't know at first who it was but I haven't seen him in years, not since third grade, the only memories I had I lived through old pictures and talk with my parents about him.
        "Grandpa is that you" I said as he turned around and even before he could get a word out I was there, I just sat there I couldn't hug him hard enough. He said no words just put his hands around me and gave me a good tight squeeze. I was never happier than that moment, I could feel the tears cascading down my cheeks but I didn't care. I was with grandpa, he was here with me I didn't want to ever let go again.
        "Hey there bud," he said with a wide grin "how have you been. It's been forever since we talked hasn't it." I didn't say a word I just sat there I stared the tears still running down my face. I just sat there and stared not knowing what to do, I just stared. He stared back and didn't say anything else.
        Later on, we talked for a bit I talked about football and my school stuff. He talked about what it was like in heaven, and the memories he had of me and him at the lake. We sat for a while and talked some more then he stood up and started walking.
        "Grandpa, what's wrong, where are you going." I said my voice quivering
     "I'm sorry bud I have to go its time I need to go back." And in a little flash of light he was gone. I look up in the sky and see a twinkle, a small little smug across the sky. Then I crumpled into a ball and cried, just cried.

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