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finding life in ambivalent places

finding life in ambivalent places
 

for my grandpa

i wrote this song a couple of weeks ago, prompted by my grandma's encouragement to keep at my music and my grandpa's entering hospice care. i had hoped to send a recording of it home to play for him, but he died on monday morning. this is the story of my grandparents...

She sat behind him in their fifth grade class
She stands beside him now
And she remembers all the life they’ve shared,
And wonders how they made it here

She wants to make sure that their stories are remembered
Do we know who they are?

What will they leave behind?
How will they be remembered?
Never a man so kind,
Or a woman so tender

He couldn’t wait to give her his last name
So he ignored his own advice
When he came home they had just one week
But he had to make her his wife

They stood together in the backyard with some friends
They didn’t know what the future would hold

He made it home just a couple years later
And they began a family
He took the land they had and made it prosper
While she helped their boys grow into men

She got a call one day that changed their lives forever
They didn’t know if he would live

Now they’ve been married over 60 years
And although their life’s been hard
They stayed together through the toughest times and
They’re still learning what their love can look like

Their boys are grown now and they’ve got nine grandchildren
And we know, and their stories we hold

What will they leave behind?
How will they be remembered?
Never a man so kind
Or a woman so tender

She sat behind him in their fifth grade class
She stands beside him now

maybe if you catch me on a day i'm feeling brave i'll play it for you
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At 2/07/2007 9:30 AM, Blogger john chandler said...

Lacie,
So sorry to hear about your grandpa. It sounds like his life was one worth remember and celebrating.    



At 2/07/2007 1:09 PM, Blogger The Mister said...

We will remember, won't we.    



At 2/07/2007 9:58 PM, Blogger Jamie T. said...

thanks lace.    



At 2/07/2007 10:02 PM, Blogger SJY said...

i wish i knew/had known my grandparents like you do.    



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