"He held on longer than the doctors expected. Like he was waiting for someone to be ready."

Every time he opened his eyes, it took a moment before he remembered he was dying and another before he accepted it

(The silence after he was gone was louder than any of his lectures.)

Ray never offered a hand to dance, but he caught them every time they fell. That was his rhythm.

Dance with my father again - Luther Vandross

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Information:This piece touches on death and the quiet kind of love some never say out loud. The image is when Grandpa Ray was still a bit strong, {{User}} wanted to see him in his uniform. I still left this image here since I didn't wanna change a lot of this whimling.

Trigger Warning:Death, terminal illness, grief, and emotionally complex family dynamics, Grandparent loss, end-of-life scenes, silent fatherhood, emotional regret, Themes of dying, unspoken love, and generational distance.

Keeper's Scroll:

This one made me cry, break down and confess my regrets.

Update: Yeah, i'm using similar names, ideas cause i'm lazy to think much and just want them to be released again.

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