I remember you for your patience
your soft-spokenness and silence.
Bearing up under lifes strains,
this once it became too many,
and you simply left
I greeted you sadly at your deathbed
I did not want to let you go
Somehow I felt cheated out of really knowing you,
but I knew it was time and you had to leave.
Gods beckoning was almost audible in your silence.
Good bye Grandpa, it has been a privilege.
