Towards the end, everything that was worth living for was taken away from you. But you’re no longer trapped in a body that is rigid and still. Your silence is broken. You’ve finally been set free.
Free to wander the woods
Free to marvel over your interests.
Free to walk in the great outdoors.
Free to be a family man.
Free to be a friend.
Free to potter in the greenhouse for hours.
Free to be at the seaside.
Free to ponder over the paper.
Free to laugh and be silly.
Free to relax in the summer house.
Free to drink and eat to your hearts content.
I don’t know if heaven exists. But if it does, I’m pretty sure that your heaven would look something like this.
Granddad may you rest in peace.
29th September 1932 – 5th November 2011.