My grandpa was a Sailorman
He fought the war against Japan

When everyone fell around him
Limbs flying astray
He'd be the only one upon his ship
to get up and walk away

I was eleven when I learned to drive
He said dont be scared just give it a try
We pulled out into the stables
in his 49 Willies JEEP
But once we started bouncing
He couldn't make a peep.

He knew he would survive.

Amazing Stories he would tell us
Of his wars and wrinkled tattooes.
Back then things were different
Everything was war, women and booze.

After years and years of sickness and health
His time had finally come
Hospice would come out and suddenly
He would pull through.

It happened as he aged,
Not once or even two
But my faithful old grandpa
Just couldn't let go.

His life was full and aged
Like the best wine in town
Today was his final goodbye
We'll miss you gramps-being around.

Sweet hun.
Gramps are the best :-)

Yay, they are, they teach you everything the women wont. And they tell really funny stories too!

THIS was very tender and beautiful for who and how is must have been in your life and time shared together..
I can only HOPE,,after I am gone from here,,that one of my Grand children would think or feel to do THIS in my honor...

Thank you, he passed away this morning. . .after being on hospice several times and then bouncing back. I am glad he is finally free from his suffering, He was a great man, a comedian, a sailor, and an extremely hard worker and a great fisherman.

Once on a fishing trip him and my uncle were in there tiny fishing boat and got lifted out of the water and when they looked down there was an orca under their boat. . .

my condolence
peace

Thank You!

Sorry to hear about your gramps he sounded like a wonderful man. Loved the write

awwwwww...

Hugs