Today is harder than most.
It is your birthday and all I can do is this post.
I can't be the last one to call you and you get all upset that I'm not the first.
After all, I'm the favorite grandchild... not the worst.
You saying you're turning 29 for the thirtieth year.
That doesn't have quite the same ring to it I fear.
For now you are gone and up to heaven.
You left us when my life was just getting revving.
And today is hard because I miss you more.
On a day like today were we would celebrate who you are.
Where you would have Grandma's chocolate éclair.
And pretend like 29 suites you in your big chair.
I'm sorry for not being there as you took your last breath.
I'm sorry my last poem to you came while you were on your death bed.
And I'm sorry to say I didn't call as much as I had intended.
Even after that final fishing trip had ended.
When me and Dad realized your balance wasn't the same.
And you had to put an end to your fishing and big game.
Grandpa you are still in our hearts always but more so today.
As this is the day you came to be into this world:
And brought joy, grumpiness, cokes, and always something to be learned.
You taught me so much: more than I can talk about: I don't dare
For the sacred rule of the boat was don't fish and share.
I miss you and I will hold you dear:
You'll always be in our hearts; and shown in our tears...
Happy 29th Birthday to a Grandfather, Fisherman, and Husband of 62 years.
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