If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold.
I could write a million pages
But still be unable to say just how
Much I love and miss him
Every single day.
I will remember all he taught me.
I’m hurt but won’t be sad,
Because he’ll send me down the answers,
And he’ll always be my dad.
A short funeral verse by English writer and poet Walter Savage Landor, about facing death without fear.
We thought of you with love today, But that is nothing new. We thought about you yesterday And days before that, too. We think of
I know we are all feeling a little bit sad That we’ve lost our Grandpa, our friend, and our dad. Together we have cried an
Day by day, I think of you. How can all of this be true? I can’t believe you’re really gone; I still can’t accept it,
