This day in 1955 you were born.
An innocent child starting his walk in life.
Born to a mother who didn’t care
And a father who simply wasn’t there.
You worked hard in life, raised us well.
Yet never got to reap the rewards that are your grandkids.
In our house I tell stories of you
Of all the silly things you did.
How your smile made everything alright again
How your hugs were better than medicine.
You’ve never met Daniel or Blake, and Cameron was far too young to remember you
But you live on in the hearts of my children
Who will always know that their grandad was, quite simply, the most amazing person I have ever known
And how he holds my love and respect
Until the day I see you again.
I love you dad, happy birthday
Your loving daughter