He had a way of saying "hello",
So genuine, kind and sincere.
A handshake, a hug, an authentic smile
Made his honesty easy to hear.
A teacher, coach and friend to all;
No one was a stranger for long.
A lover of people, animals, outdoors;
His sense of community strong.
When he applied his magical touch
Metal, wood and stone became works of art.
Each grandchild the favorite, each child his best friend.
His laugh was as full as his heart.
He saw good in people; his judgements were slow.
We're grateful for all that he taught.
In a world full of someones, we're glad he was ours.
His impact more profound than he thought.
This is the poem that I wrote for Grandpa's funeral program. It was a lovely little service that I think he would have really enjoyed. My dad read a little scripture, my siblings and I sang a song, my cousin read his life story and then they just opened it up to anyone that wanted to share a memory. There was a lot of laughter and only a few tears. That was Grandpa: always focusing on the good within the difficult. I think a really great funeral teaches you something about the departed and then allows you to leave feeling better than when you arrived. And we did that yesterday.