Sunday 19th September 2010
My gramps died.
I have to say a few words for the service next tuesday,
i remember him keeping a poem in an old box he said he wanted reading at his funeral.
So as a tribute to him, heres an old old photograph of my grandma (who died many years before he did) and the man himself.
Rest in peace.
"Blessed are they who understand,
My faltering step and shaking hand.
Blessed who know my ears today,
Strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know,
My eyes are dim and my mind is slow.
Blessed are they with cheery smile,
Who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who make it known,
That I'm loved and respected and not alone."
The poem i shall be reading out.
