For the funeral

I am feeling pretty sad about not being able to go to the funeral today. I guess there isn't much I can do about it. So, my sister, Laura offered to read something on my behalf. I tell you writing a eulogy is no easy task. I considered grandpa and our relationship and all the good memories. Here is what I came up with. I know it won't make must sense to most people. However, it makes a lot of sense to me and probably all of his grandkids; each line represents a story or memory. He would appreciate something witty and light-hearted, i'm sure of it.

here goes:


Dear Grandpa-

Here are some memories and things that make me smile
Because I know seeing you again will be in a long while.

All the lessons that by you I was taught
Are things so smart they could never be bought
The problems we solved by taking our time,
And relationships built at the drop of a dime

ice cream eaten after it would melt and run
And 2% milk poured when the meal was half done.
Everything spelled with an i-n-g
Mornings with Paul Harvey and mugs full of tea.
Loosened up belts and naps with the journal times post
Hide and seek at grand avenue behind the grey ghost

A gold brand new cadillac his pride and his joy
No exception to the rule a boy and his toy.
Ern-chicka ern-chicka as the caddy sped away.
Magic magic windows used by grandpa each day.

Turn-tables, speakers, old records and mics
Getting rides on his homemade padded-seat bike.
Five cents will pay down any debt
Strangely enough I haven’t paid yet

Down in the baser so much to find
All you really need is in grandpa’s mind
“I’ll put my hand on it”, if you give me a sec
All of us knew better we didn’t hold our breath

I know you are in a place where the golf balls abound
And they are cleaned and polished each time they hit the ground.
The pepsi is flowing like our tears are today.
We know you are smiling down on us and it will all be ok.
No room for sadness or grief or despair
Even though you being gone just doesn’t seem fair.

Your memory will carry on in the hearts of these folks
And even more so in your awfully bad jokes.
Your name brings us smiles, warm feelings and love
And we’ll still expect your guidance from there up above.

Love and stuff,
All of your grandchildren