I remember his snow-white hair.

I remember his light blue eyes, that were the same color as mine.

I remember that he'd play "war" with my grandmother and I.

I remember listening to the stories he told about his days in the band.

I remember the brown rocking chair that he was always in.

I remember the red stress ball in his fisted hands.

I remember when he went on that walk but never came back until someone found him.

I remember playing piano for him when he was in the nursing home.

I remember crying after he had asked who I was and if my name was, "Roxie".

I remember when I got in the car to go home and my mother told me the news.

I remember crying for the rest of the day.

I remember attending his funeral and playing Candy Crush because I could not bare the pain of listening.

I remember standing outside and seeing the burial of somone who used to know and love me. 

I remember my grandfather.