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Granddad

Contributed by Ruby2sdy on Friday, 4th August 2006 @ 05:07:03 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



We were there;
In that darkened room where dreams are made,
Where you let go of life,
Let it slip away from you;
Peacefully and with such grace,
When with one last breath a story ended,
Your story.

A boy, so young,
Sitting on the steps of the theatre,
Listening to music filter through,
The heavy oak doors,
And feeling his soul rise,
As the orchestra hit a crescendo.

A young man,
Using his hands to build his life,
Growing, learning,
Yet never forgetting,
The honesty held within each note,
Of those melodic tunes.

A father,
Loving, teaching, guiding,
Becoming old, wise,
In the eyes of his children,
Telling them of virtue,
Showing them the truth.

A grandfather,
Grumpy in old age,
Lined by time,
Humorous in your anger,
Hiding that secret passion for music,
That brought you so far.

And gone.
So quickly,
Some barely noticed;
But we did.
And do still.
You are missed.



PS- so sad that there was so much we didn't know about you, your funeral was a trove of discovery; if only you'd shared.




Copyright © Ruby2sdy ... [ 2006-08-04 17:07:03]
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Re: Granddad (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Friday, 4th August 2006 @ 10:00:02 PM AEST
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Condolences on your loss. We are like a memory in life. A touching and heartfelt write.
My heart, thoughts & prayers are with you.
Take care.
big warm heatfelt hugs~
suzie Q


Re: Granddad (User Rating: 1 )
by Claire890 on Sunday, 6th August 2006 @ 09:50:26 AM AEST
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my condolences. hopefully that write helped a little bit too eh?


Re: Granddad (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 10th August 2006 @ 01:37:48 PM AEST
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"A father,
Loving, teaching, guiding,
Becoming old, wise,
In the eyes of his children,
Telling them of virtue,
Showing them the truth."

And, it seems, in the eyes of one of his grandchildren.

In the losing of a brother, both grandparents and both parents and my two closest best friends in my life, I have committed to writing wonderful eulogies of loved ones while they are living, lest the "trove of discoveries" not be recognized 'till after their death. They are are titled, "If I Were To Write Your Eulogy". I even wrote mine in my post, "Wishfully Remember" so I'd have a eulogy to live up to. Another of your magnificent writes and what a wonderful tribute to your granddad!




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