No matter bow hard I try, No matter what they say. I wont consider grandpa "dead." He'll just be away.
He's gone somewhere far away. No one know just where, But it"s somewhere beautiful up in the sky, Where there's lots of love to share. I won't ever forget my grandpa, when i sit down to pray, Cuz; "dead," He'll never be, He'll just be away.
Cancer took all of my Grandparents very young. I wrote this particular poem for my Grandpa Hank. He was the strongest Man I ever knew.