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.