There’s a
time for every purpose under heaven
The day we
are born, the years we live, and our time to die.
But no
matter the length or the years in a life,
It's still
hard to say "Goodbye".
Grandpa was
a humble and soft-hearted man,
Hard
working, honorable and sweet.
He set an
example that I won't soon forget
Of the
person that I aim to be.
He served
his country, he farmed his land,
He raised
his family with pride.
He lived a
full life of hard work and love
With Grandma,
devotedly at his side.
The years,
though many, they went by fast
Until he
neared the end
When his
knees grew weak and his body grew frail
And on
others he had to depend.
At last he
is free, to run and to dance
With loved
ones he’s not seen in years,
While those
of us, still here on earth
Are left to dry
our tears.
Surrounded
by family, grandson's Adam and Rik,
He wants us
to know, he is fine.
He will see
us each again some day
But only
when it's time.
"Goodbye
now, Grandpa," we salute you with pride,
Your purpose
and work here are done.
Rest now, in
peace, you've earned your wings,
Content your
legacy lives on ...
Written and read at the funeral of my Grandpa Einck (died on February 28th at the age of 100)
