I lost my granddad this past week, and honestly we lost him months ago to althzimers...... I wrote this for him after a visit to the home he was in, grandma liked it so much it was worked into the funeral and I am very proud of the way it caught everyone off guard and really jerked the tears. I am not normally known for this kind of thing and a lot of my relatives keep asking me if I am leading a double life!!
He's in there somewhere,
But it's just so hard to see.
I know he's in there somewhere,
And he's yelling out to me.
He's telling of the memories
And all the crazy things we've done.
He wants us to look back,
And remember all the fun.
Things like Sunday dinners, and home made ice cream,
And how the Husker football team made Grandma scream!
How we chased the chickens, and played kick the can,
the old pony Joker, or getting buried in the sand.
Sledding down a cow path, getting bit by the geese,
Visits from Colorado, and picking on Jenise.
Riding in the wagons, as we filled the silo,
And the old Baldwin combine, as he cut the milo.
That famous stretch, and one big yawn, then
"The cow kicked Nelly, in the belly, by the barn."
So many things race through my mind,
The years with him were the grandest of times.
Now as we sit here, and he slips away,
There are so many things that I wish I could say.
I love you Grandpa, and wish you could hear me,
We all miss you so much, and cherish you dearly.
I know your in there somewhere,
I can see you if I try.
I know that you can see me,
When that twinkle is in your eye.
No matter where you go,
And when our worlds part.
It will always be that twinkle,
That I'll carry in my heart.
He's in there somewhere,
But it's just so hard to see.
I know he's in there somewhere,
And he's yelling out to me.
He's telling of the memories
And all the crazy things we've done.
He wants us to look back,
And remember all the fun.
Things like Sunday dinners, and home made ice cream,
And how the Husker football team made Grandma scream!
How we chased the chickens, and played kick the can,
the old pony Joker, or getting buried in the sand.
Sledding down a cow path, getting bit by the geese,
Visits from Colorado, and picking on Jenise.
Riding in the wagons, as we filled the silo,
And the old Baldwin combine, as he cut the milo.
That famous stretch, and one big yawn, then
"The cow kicked Nelly, in the belly, by the barn."
So many things race through my mind,
The years with him were the grandest of times.
Now as we sit here, and he slips away,
There are so many things that I wish I could say.
I love you Grandpa, and wish you could hear me,
We all miss you so much, and cherish you dearly.
I know your in there somewhere,
I can see you if I try.
I know that you can see me,
When that twinkle is in your eye.
No matter where you go,
And when our worlds part.
It will always be that twinkle,
That I'll carry in my heart.