This is a talk and poem I wrote for my great grandfather's funeral. I found it and I needed to post it. It is crazy things that people leave us, but still be with us. To all those who have lost a loved one, you can understand this.
He was a man with many talents. He traveled the world over, and went to near and far away lands,
But what made this man amazing was the two boys him and his lovely wife had.
They were a tight knit group. Oh, the stories they must have told and the experiences they must have had.
He now can see all the pride they had in him as a dad. Their father wasn’t ust ordinary he was extraordinary.
He fought across the sea and lived to tell the tale. However, this man knew things beyond anything you and I could know and feel. He was a mason, Shriner, and even the Knights Templar, and still we only scratch the surface of this man we all loved.
We bid you sweet adieu.
We cannot mourn a life well lived. We can only smile for the man you lived to be.
So, give your wife a kiss for us, and wait for us we will be there again.
HOME!
He’s a comin home, home, home.
He’s comin home.
He lived a life many of us have dreamed.
He lived a life many of us have only seen.
He had hope and dreams.
He was a man, he was a father.
He served with Masons, Shriners, and even the Knights Templar.
He went home, home, home.
He went home.
He went to meet his sweetheart and all those before him.
He is in peace, peace, peace.
He must be in beauty.
He is missed her on earth,
But he is home, home, home.
He is home.
No comments:
Post a Comment