Grandfather, grand in all his glory and father to many.
He is strong in thought and pure in sight.
He has sung a sweet song and laughed a boisterous laugh.
He has planted the seed and watched it grow to maturity.
Grandfather, veteran of war and veteran of life.
He wears shrapnel of another world and his emotions on his sleeve.
He doesn’t tell of his hardships but of his success.
He loves his wife and adores her being.
Grandfather, father by choice, father because.
He is hard outside and gentle inside.
He tells of great stories, some true some not.
His smile can light up the room.
Grandfather, cherished in life and by nature.
He has hiked a great journey and conquered the mountain.
He can run like the wind and creates some too.
He is a legacy in his own right and will not be forgotten.
Grandfather to many, gramps to me.
He will rest at the ranch for eternity.
He will trip us when we walk by and pick us up when we fall.
He will always be a husband, father and grandfather.
See you at the ranch gramps!!