February 28 1929- January 7th 2012
My Grumpy Grampy who always phoned on my birthday won't be able to anymore :O( This will be the first time since I could speak on the phone that we won't be singing "happy birthday to us"
The kids all came to say our last goodbyes. And were extremely well behaved. And gave us such gems on the day as
Beth: I can't look at my picture of Great Grandad Tom cause it makes water come out of my eyes
Sian: Great Grandad Tom can't speak any more now he's dead. That's why people in Heaven don't talk
Rick: while grandad was saying a few words at the crematorium, looked at the order of service sheet and said loud and clear for all to hear GRANDAD TOM!
He was scary sometimes. Grumpy often. A Gentleman always. Generous to a fault.
It’s Ok
It’s OK to let go. You’re tired.
It’s OK to let go. You’re in pain.
It’s OK to let go. We know you’ve been strong.
Our admiration of you is how long you’ve held on.
It’s OK to let go. Some one’s waiting.
It’s OK to let go. You’ve missed them.
It’s OK to let go. With time we’ll be fine.
Our grief is for us, for knowing you.
It’s OK to let go. We love you.
It’s OK to let go. We’ll be strong.
It’s OK to let go. We’ll remember you.
Our tears will diminish in time.
Copyright Geina Morgan 2011
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