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| Even though you can’t speak to me
I can still hear your voice It never had a harsh word to say to me It was always kind and gentle and loving as can be Even though I cannot see you I’ll never forget your face It will always be in my memories Forever a picture of grace Though you are gone from this earth You’ll never be gone from my heart For you have left a mark there That can never be erased No matter how much time we spend apart And though my heart is hurting now I know that one day we’ll be together again And never have to say goodbye or farewell I can’t wait until that day When I hear your voice again I know you’ll call my name As only you can When I reach heaven’s shore I’ll be listening for you to call me No matter who I meet With you, no one will ever be able to compete For I will always stand in awe Of the man that since my birth I have called my Grandpa |
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| JEAN AND PAT |
| This page is for my daughter-in-law, April, and her Grandfather Pat. |
