Grandpa I can see right through your black hole eyes. I catch a glimpse of what once was. They are warm, even though they're empty. A familiarity is held within. I can see right to your heart through them. I want to tell you so badly about things that are going on. But, even when I do, I'll never know if you understand. You're hand reaches for me sometimes, and, for just a minute, I feel complete again. I can offer you no more than you can offer me, so I'll just sit and be with you. Amy Richter