It’s been all talk of weddings and funerals lately. My grandad passed away last week – it was expected and I know it was a blessing in the long run for him. But, with all those positive thoughts that try and drag you through these situations – it will always be sad.
We had the funeral today and my Gran asked me to write a poem. It has a funny tone – because it should be a celebration of life, but mainly because if it was too soppy and emotional, I wouldn’t have made my through the reading of it!
See what you think:
Grandad, you’ll really be missed,
for all your knowledge and chattering,
but for me, I’m mostly upset,
‘cos you were the only one who thought I could sing!
A voice like an angel you said,
clearly lost your hearing-aid that day,
but it’s always been a family joke,
just like the jigsaw pieces that ‘lost their way’.
Yes, you always loved those puzzles,
all those pieces for you to manoeuvre,
then when it came to that last piece we’d hear:
‘Peg, you’ve sucked it up the hoover!’
You also loved to be in the garden,
doing the lawns and pottering in the sheds,
whilst us kids played on the grass, trying not to,
get our balls in the flower beds!
Always keen on numbers, you were,
Lottery ones, you were keen to remember,
You may not have won big, yet always knew,
important family dates: January to December.
And you always made to time to relax,
Looking at photographs; sitting in your chair,
whilst eating a dark, chocolate Bounty,
and hiding a few in your bedroom upstairs!
Those times Gran sang, ‘Bring your sweet lips a little closer…’,
As you both enjoyed a ‘sneaky’ drink or two,
The rest of the family singing and laughing,
And trying to keep up with you!
We’ll always remember your funny ways, Grandad,
And they will make us smile for years and years,
It will feel like you are still with us,
So, after today, no need for any sad tears.
All that needs saying really.