I have always been interested in my ancestry but could never find the time with work and raising my two children. Now that I have retired I can now spend time looking for my family and learning more about who they were. When my father was dying he was so worried that he would be forgotten. Dad this is for you, You will never be forgotten, we miss you everyday.

Poem written and read at Dads service by his grand daughter, Stephanie Kay Robinson.

The cold wind blows
As I try not to cry
I don't want to be sad
Or to look to the bad
I close my eyes and picture him
Not as the man I last saw
But my grandfather who loved us all
I know this is how he'd want to be seen
So in my head I replay some things
Like a picture show upon my lids
I see a bowl of popcorn with a candy face
Red licorice lips
And shiny sugar drop eyes
He brought to my brother and I
In the dark living room
With the TV glowing of some late night game show
He'd sit in his chair
Together we'd stay up late
As grandma slept in the next room
It was our time with him
I'll never forget those popcorn filled bowls
He was a man who's whole body shook when he laughed
A wonderful glint to be found in his eyes
Most of what I remember, to others wont mean much
But to the child inside they do touch
Like me you all have pictures in your hearts
The ones he created with his loving touch
So here I stand and ask
Remember the man he was
The good times not the bad
Close your eyes and picture him
Let a smile dance across your lips
In this moment of grief and strife
Let a happy memory kiss your face for him tonight

I have always been interested in my ancestry but could never find the time with work and raising my two children. Now that I have retired I can now spend time looking for my family and learning more about who they were. When my father was dying he was so worried that he would be forgotten. Dad this is for you, You will never be forgotten, we miss you everyday.

Poem written and read at Dads service by his grand daughter, Stephanie Kay Robinson.

The cold wind blows
As I try not to cry
I don't want to be sad
Or to look to the bad
I close my eyes and picture him
Not as the man I last saw
But my grandfather who loved us all
I know this is how he'd want to be seen
So in my head I replay some things
Like a picture show upon my lids
I see a bowl of popcorn with a candy face
Red licorice lips
And shiny sugar drop eyes
He brought to my brother and I
In the dark living room
With the TV glowing of some late night game show
He'd sit in his chair
Together we'd stay up late
As grandma slept in the next room
It was our time with him
I'll never forget those popcorn filled bowls
He was a man who's whole body shook when he laughed
A wonderful glint to be found in his eyes
Most of what I remember, to others wont mean much
But to the child inside they do touch
Like me you all have pictures in your hearts
The ones he created with his loving touch
So here I stand and ask
Remember the man he was
The good times not the bad
Close your eyes and picture him
Let a smile dance across your lips
In this moment of grief and strife
Let a happy memory kiss your face for him tonight