I am that boy

I am that boy whom you used to have to take for walks at night, just so that I could see her come home from work.

I am that boy whom was always told I had to set an example because I was the oldest one.

I am that boy who got so frustrated with hearing you saying that, because I was not always the one in the wrong, that I shouted at you one day.

I am that boy who was given a hand-crafted rocking horse, flown all the way from Bradford, England, which is still around the house today.

I am that boy who was locked out, alone in the corridor in the middle of the night, who had you asking for me to be let into the house again.

I am that boy who remembers the many times you brought me to the biscuit shops across the road all those years ago.

I am that boy who remembers you bringing me to the playground to play on the slide and the merry-go-round.

I am that boy who always looked forward to Easter, when I would always get a Cadbury's Caramel Egg from you.

I am that boy who wondered why you stopped taking me to the playground and why you didn't buy me biscuits anymore.

I am that boy who remembers how sad it made you to see him suffering like that.

I am that boy who knows how moved you are every time you hear "How Great Thou Art".

I am that boy who began secondary school hating it, and came home complaining about it every day.

I am that boy who had the time of my life in that very same school.

I am that boy who had, and still has, the greatest friends that I'll ever have from those times.

I am that boy, who never really appreciated how wonderful it was, until it was almost over.

I am that boy who is probably your favourite grandchild, though you would not admit, and I know because you always offer to buy me breakfast on Saturdays.

I am that boy who everyone says is cynical, but yet holds on to my ideals.

I am that boy who did so well, you probably expected more of me.

I am that boy who did not want to disappoint you, but probably did anyway.

I am that boy who was so impressed with how you could still remember so much, and how you could offer me help, that I'd always tell my friends about it.

I am that boy who probably has never told you how much I admire your drive and motivation, and how I sometimes wish I could work as hard as you did when you used to come back from work tired, have your dinner and take a nap, before waking up to pick her up and then come back to finish up your work before going to bed at 2, and waking up at 6:30 again the next morning.

I am that boy who wanted to say sorry and talk about things, but never found a time to do so.

I am that boy who talked to my friends instead, and from talking to them realised how much you were doing, and how difficult it must have been for you.

I am that boy who should have found a time to tell you all this, but never did.

I am that boy who was still surprised that you managed to get all of them to come, without my knowledge, and didn't really say thank you.

I am that boy who really really appreciates the fact that all of you made it, and that you guys came and stayed the night with me.

I am that boy who told you that it'd be ok if I went alone, but was actually hoping that you would come along.

I am that boy who was glad that you did decide to come along, but never got the chance to tell you so.

I am that boy who never really got to say a proper good-bye, to tell you to take care of yourselves, and not to worry about me.

I am that boy who doesn't want to disappoint you again, but sometimes worries that it might be beyond my ability.

I am that boy who really appreciates the opportunity given to me, but probably has not told you before.

I am that boy, who now is where I am today because of all that you've all done for me.

I am that boy who wants to say thank you, for everything that you've all done, and sorry, for the things that I shouldn't have done.

I am that guy, I am that friend.

I am that boy, I am that grandson.

I am that son.