See you again by Wiz Khalifa We all live in a yellow submarine by The Beetles
by Kirstin Porter
My Papa (we call him Papa but he is our grandpa) was a great man but had gone through a lot of pain. He had both legs amputated at around age 50-55 and his wife/ex wife left him about 3-4 years before he passed. When he first passed I did not want to believe it because I never got to say goodbye but one thing that everyone in my family would say is before we left we would always always always say "I love you whole bunches for ever and ever." And to this day I still miss him and love him. At his funeral there was a lot of people and I was kind of scared because I was going to read a poem and I am very shy so I was not sure what to do but I did end up reading. (I will put the poem at the end). And when we were leaving my mom and her youngest brother got to close his casket. It was sad to see him go but it was beautiful to see my mom and uncle finally get along. (NONE OF MY AUNT, UNCLES, AND MOM GET ALONG TOO WELL) My cousins got to see my grandpa more than me and my sis and my grandpa would always sing to my cousins the song "We all live in a yellow submarine" by The Beatles and "See you again" was just a song that they picked out for the funeral but it still makes me cry every time i hear it.
So this is my story This is also the poem below this!
Grandpa has ears that truly listen Arms that always hold Love that's never ending And a heart that's made of gold
I cried when he passed away And I still do to this day All though I loved him dearly I couldn’t make him stay A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hands at rest God broke our heart to prove to us He always takes the best
God looked around his garden and found an empty space Then he looked upon the earth and saw Papa’s tired face God knew he was too tired And a cure was not to be So he wrapped his arms around him And whispered “Come with me”
People say that when you die You turn into a star And as I look up to the sky at night I know he’s not too far
“We will never be apart” As so i'm always told But as I look up to the sky at night I know I must be bold
God took Papa’s hand on May 2, 2015 Before my sister turned 16 and I turned 13
Here I sit in silence I often speak his name Now all I have is memories And his picture in a frame
Even though I rarely saw him It's hard to forget someone who Gave you so much to remember. My best memories of him Were always on the 25th of December.
On the day of Papa’s funeral I wasn’t sure what to say I could not believe he is actually gone And I still can't to this day
From all of the stories of angels and witch And that there is no difference between poor and rich Teaching me to stand up tall And picking me up when I would fall Making me happy when I was mad And comforting me when I was sad For my lovely Papa you are too good to be true And I wanted to say that I truly love you
Gone yet not forgotten All though we are apart His memory lives within me Forever in my heart
We’ve come a long way From where we began And i’ll tell him all about it When I see him again