Okay, so most of you probably don't know, but my grandfather died exactly a week before easter. His funeral was wednesday.

He really was a great warrior in his prime. A general in the US army who served in WWII and personally fought in the battle of the bulge.

The last words in this poem are those that I spoke over his casket as it was lowered into the earth. Then afterwards I threw a rose in , and walked away as it started to rain.