A few years after my grandfather passed, I was in mourning. He and I had a very special relationship. We were very much the father and daughter type.
His passing, as I've posted in another story "Grandpa Saying Goodbye" under Taurus83, was sudden. He died from bacteria throughout his body. Although I prayed for God to take him home, I still missed his advice, unconditional love, and most of all his bear hugs.
This particular night I was sitting in the living room listening to Delilah on the radio station, trying to write a poem in his memory but I just couldn't find the right words. The kids were asleep, no activity, I was alone relaxing. The reason I say no activity, is because at this time we were still living in the tiny haunted apartment.
All was quiet, and suddenly a song started playing, one I always associate memories about my grandfather, "In the Arms of an Angel". A sudden surge of warmth and tightness came over me. The feeling of a strong hug. I picked up my pen and paper (I never write with pencil. I feel what words I write in poetry are meant to be) and started writing sentence after sentence. Tears began to fall and were hitting the paper I was writing on. As I wiped them away, I noticed I had written four full pages. When the song came to an end, the radio turned off and I started to read the poem. I didn't remember writing these exact words, they were full of love, and understanding.
Before this happened, I would always ask him if he was proud of me, for the choices I've made in life, etc. The poem seemed to come from his point of view. It was amazing, and I still have the poem to this day, it brings me comfort.