"Your grandfather died this morning"

Hearing those words

No matter the person

Will always bring an onslaught of grief

But until you actually see for yourself

That their body

Isn't going to move

Ever

Again

You're going to have a false sense of hope

Thinking somehow that maybe they didn't leave

Maybe you'll see them soon

It's a false hope

But it's all you have until you see them again

I haven't seen my grandfather

Actually dead

Yet

So I'm still feeling that maybe it's all a lie

Maybe he'll pop out of the casket and say.

"I tricked you good, didn't I?"

It's all in my mind

And I know that I'm just dreaming up false hope

But it's what getting me through these few days

From hearing of his death

To the funeral

Which is in three days.