Fierce, stubborn old soul,
Resisting change until the end,
A piece of my heart
went with you that day,
Your absence pierces my soul,
An ache that never wanes,
from always getting into the fig notes, to the pickle jars, to always hearing what you up to naughty boy? Miss you, Grandpa, so dearly
Your legacy lives on in me.
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