by Last week Grandpa passed. I wrote this poem for him while flying out to Utah. I would have posted earlier, but it’s just been crazy about week.
Grandpa,
It’s hard to miss you when you’re still here
In the jovial nature of loved ones
In humor found at inappropriate times
In the mechanical curiosity and capabilities of his daughters
In the unshakable faith in Christ traversing three generations,
Shown clearly through love towards others
Yet it’s unable to replace your
Eternal home improvement projects
Immensely impassioned and polticaly incorrect tirades
Contagious laught and smile infecting everyone present
Hard-earned wisdom with which to guide us
Thank you for the virtues you taght us
We miss you.
Reblogged this on Lands of Volden and commented:
A tribute to my grandpa who passed last week.