Why is sun most beautiful when it is setting?

And why only the most beautiful moments we end up forgetting?

I was on a balcony of a condo in Florida,

Looking out at the sunset with my grandfather.

I didn’t know that I would still be thinking about that moment today.

He started talking about the sunset and how beautiful it was,

But I can’t remember exactly what he said.

I can’t quote him.

I can’t remember.

Now I didn’t know that this would be my last real conversation with him.

Well, at least the last one where he could really talk and listen to me.

Now I have a very good memory, ask anyone I know.

I remember my 4th birthday party, I remember every kid in my pre-k class.

In fact, I can name all the presidents, state capitols, and I can even name every country in the whole damn world.

And I would trade all of it and more just to remember one sentence of what he said to me that day.

And every time I think of him, I wish I could go back and relive that conversation.

But I can’t.

And it hurts.

But even though I can’t remember any particular thing he said,

I remember the love in his voice.

For the sunset and for me.

And I know that love will never fade away like a lost memory.

It is a sun that will never set.

And I can feel it now.

I love you Bopper.