He tapped me on the shoulder Before he had to go Said I'll be your Guardian Angel I just wanted you to know
He said he knows no one who went That came back and then complained So he guessed the place was pretty nice And was sure he'd want to stay
He knew he'd see my grandma Who had went three years before She'd been waiting for him patiently To walk him through God's door
Then he asked us not to worry Said he knows what is in store He was pleased with the life he lived And knew God would show him more
Spent his last three weeks with family Where he said his sweet goodbyes My final memory of this man Was the brave ending to his life
He would give to me this passion But to the world he gave much more The life he lived was one of love He was the gift I most adored
In Memory Sgt. Harold Addison Yates My Grandfather
*Carl Joseph Roberts
A true story written with tears. I miss this man who fought in two wars, was a prisoner in World War 2 then came home and served as a Sergeant with the Columbus Police Dept. My Grandfather gave to me my Love for poetry. He passed several years ago but is missed every day.