The Last Goodbye To Grandad

The Last Goodbye To Grandad

The church bells wept in solemn chime,

As rain like sorrow marked the time.

A gentleman now laid to rest,

A heart so kind, forever blessed.

An ocean swelled in grieving eyes,

Each tear a storm where love still cries.

A friend, a guide, a hand so strong,

Now lost to time, yet still lives on.

The whispered prayers, the trembling hands,

The heavy weight no soul withstands.

A voice once rich with love and lore,

Now silenced, gone forevermore.

The suit he wore, the polished shoes,

A life of honor, torn and bruised.

Still in our hearts, he will still remain.

His laughter echoing through the pain.

I see him in his comfy chair,

His stories lingering in the air.

A cup of tea, a knowing smile,

A man who walked the extra mile.

And so we stand, our faces pale,

The final notes, the lowering veil.

A last goodbye, so hard to speak,

An endless ache, a future bleak.

But somewhere past this bitter end,

A place where grief will learn to mend,

He waits beyond the edge of sight,

A flickering star in endless night.