Free Ice Cream

A hard working man my grandfather was.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do,

From fixing a flat tire to folding the exhausting piles laundry

He could do it all without a hint of annoyance.

He didn’t mind hard work,

In fact, he thrived on it always asking for more.

He was always looking for something to fix, make, or clean.

He rarely took a break, until he the only he could do is take a break.

He became sick, sicker than anything I’ve ever seen.

He fought long and hard for his life, up until the very day he passed on.

He never once complained or asked “Why me?”

He showed me what it meant to work,

Even up until the last few months of his life,

He continued to work hard and gracefully.

He would come out to help my brother and I cut the grass

Even when he couldn’t use his hands or his voice.

My grandfather was always saying hello to strangers,

He was always getting free ice cream at the local ice cream shop,

And if you had a conversation with him you wouldn’t be able to leave.

My grandfather worked hard and enjoyed life.

Never once did he complain about his struggles

He was a hell of a man, and now he’s fixing things in Heaven.