Our Grandfather kept a garden,
A garden of the heart;
He planted all the good things
That gave our lives their start.
He turned us to the sunshine
And encouraged us to dream,
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem.
You had a heart of gold,
One of the best this world could hold.
Never selfish, always kind,
These are the memories you leave behind.
A pillar of strength, a heart of gold,
My grandpa’s love never grows old.
Now he’s resting, forever free,
A peaceful soul, in eternity.
A grandfather’s love, so strong, so pure,
A love that will last, a love that will endure.
Though he’s no longer by our side,
His love remains, as our guide.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Though we miss you dearly, grandpa,
Your memory will always stay.
In the hearts of those who loved you,
You will never fade away.
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with tears,
Be thankful for our many beautiful years.
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
A grandfather’s love is steady and strong,
A guiding light that lasts so long.
Though he’s gone, his love endures,
In our hearts, forever pure.
Our grandpa was a man of might,
His wisdom and his heart were bright.
He guided us through stormy seas,
And now he rests with gentle ease.
Every story deserves to be told beautifully
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