for my grandpa
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
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
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
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Lacie,
So sorry to hear about your grandpa. It sounds like his life was one worth remember and celebrating.
We will remember, won't we.
thanks lace.
i wish i knew/had known my grandparents like you do.
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