It's what we do, not who we are.

Written by my son, for my dad, his grandpa, his partner.

I can still remember the sound

Of the ice cream trucks we chased

Or the hours we spent playing

With the wooden swords you made

I remember playing army men

With nickels and with dimes

And canoeing down the river

Watching water beetles go by

Everybody loved you

That was plain to see

But even in a crowd of friends

You would never forget about me

The years we spent together

Helped make me who I am

I always knew I had a good Grandpa

But now I understand

How important you are to me

And how much your presence meant

I miss you so much Grandpa

But I never will forget

The lessons that you taught me

To be strong and good and kind

To do your best and never give up

And to charm the ladies blind

So now I end this poem

To the best partner a kid could have

I hope you know I'll miss you

But I'll try hard not to be sad

Because the last lesson you've taught me

The most important one so far

Is that you'll never lose the ones you love

Because their memory will live on in our hearts