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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Grandfather, Grampy
[time] => 2002-10-10 08:45:00
[hometext] => My grandfather of 93yrs. died today, at 4am. He had been in ill health, but thought he was going to pull out of it, he was a fighter; however, the time came for him to go. A kind, caring, giving soul he was. My parents moved when I was young, so time spent was few, and visits too, but when we did, my grandparents were the best. Grampy always took me out for walks, played cards and games too. I was so fortunate to have my grandfather this long in my life. How he had given so much of himself to all of us. I will miss you, Grampy. This write is my way of saying I will always remember him
[bodytext] => When I was a little girl You would sit down with a drink, and talk with me When Mom wasn’t looking, you would let me have the last swirl You would laugh as I made a face, for it tasted so horribly! Your way of saying it wasn’t good to drink I never wanted to taste it again, your wisdom done so thoughtfully You were always up and about, always with a story link Or as I got into trouble with Mom, you always defended me The first granddaughter into the family I was You and Grammie brooded over me, spoiling openly We moved far away, crying good byes, the heart hurting it does But visits helped the distances come close When you went to leave, you slipped me some bills Oh and how, Mom wasn’t too happy, think she went into a temper overdose! You would show me how to play thinking games thru a deck of cards Teaching my mind the patience, of insight this instills Often you’d sit on the back porch, watching birds in neighboring yards It was nice to sit with you, no words, watching, enjoying nature sights Sometimes, I was allowed to open up a special drawer of little toy treasures Picking out only one, but always knew it was just for my play measures When I married, you accepted my mate, as another grandson Still, you would spoil me so, I finally said, you are on a fixed income, the bill spoiling done You and Grammie needing that money, for those rainy day nights Time moves on, generations adding to our family to grow Grampy I will remember you as I will; while you were alive For the end for you was painful and you wanted to be home I knew you fought hard, But God did arrive For your time, in His hands, forever in his heavenly golden dome I will miss you, remembering all the times we did share Touching with your wisdom, kind heart and your gentle soul to care Love you always, Your granddaughter Amber Rose Amber Rose Yeager – October 9, 2002 [comments] => 8 [counter] => 2154 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 24 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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