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Watching a quiet Saturday sunrise
Feeling grateful, thankful to be alive
Being retired, life moves at a slower pace
Realizing, there’s no need to win the race
Remembering grandfathers, crisp and clear
Teaching life lessons, steady and sincere
Growing up, learning from their example
Tasting life with every new sample
Loving family, with kindness and care
Treating marriage, with love beyond compare
Passing on wisdom, making good choices
Sitting here now, hearing cherished voices
Accepting their torch, these years move along
Being a grandfather, where love belongs
Filling up life, grandchildren sharing love
Joining other grandfathers, fits like a glove

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very touching worth s reblog
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Pat, I appreciate you sharing this poem. May God continue watching over you and your husband.
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Thank you my young brother in Christ
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Reblogged this on From The Darkness Into The Light.
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Perfect, Richard! Being a grandparent is such a privilege. I never met either of my grandfathers (they both died before I was born), so being a grandmother and watching my husband read to and play with his grandchildren, being a presence in their young lives, was so special. I never took it for granted. I just wish that now I was able to be a presence in the lives of my great-grandchildren… but alas, they are distant and not inclined to use social media to connect in a personal way. Ah well… it is what it is. At least at the grandparent level, we were there! God bless you for this lovely poem! Have a rest-filled Saturday!
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Jan, I appreciate your wonderful comment. Being grandparents fills us with love, but I agree the distances between Ohio and Montana prove a challenge. We find ways to stay in touch.
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Yes, we find ways, too. Our grandson called us last night, just checking in. And we facetimed today with our two daughters (one in Maryland and the other in Switzerland)… and chatted briefly with Chris, or youngest Swiss grandson. Thank God for internet!
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I understand and Agree.
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Bonnie, I appreciate your words. Until one becomes a grandparent, you never really understand.
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True.
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wonderful post. a beautiful tribute to retiring, aging, and grandparenting…
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Jim, I appreciate you reading and sharing some thoughts. My blended family now includes nine grandchildren. God’s peace to you and your loved ones.
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how wonderful to have so many grandchildren!
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Wonderful words of wisdom.
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Nina, I appreciate you reading and sharing a thought. I enjoyed crafting this poem. God’s peace!
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You are welcome. Your enjoyment shows through your writing. I appreciate you sharing your wisdom. God’s peace!
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Jan, I am humbled and honored with you sharing this poem. I had a different plan for posting today, but my mind awakened with this poem in my thoughts. God’s peace, and be careful out there!
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Thank you, Richard. We are being very careful. Hunkered down – nice & cozy. Glad God spoke yo you about today’s post. It was perfect!
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Filled with so much wisdom and truth.
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Crissy, I appreciate you reading. I am pleased the poem brought you some joy. Being a grandparent, I understand the legacy of passing the torch.
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Amen to that .
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So touching and beautiful. My Grandfather Wilson was a Southern Baptist preacher for 60 years~even doing prison ministry. He would be turning 109 this year. He scared me at times (a little pulpit pounding)~but he had our hearts at the forefront of every motive and action. He wire a white polyester button down, trousers, and suspenders (he was tall and lanky). My Grandfather Hale loved to travel and would have turned 104 this year. He listened to Cardinal ballgames on the radio, watched my Day play fast pitch softball all the time, and had a soft giggle. Stays in his Winnebago gave me my RVing “bug”. How blessed am I to have had such wonderful Grandpas? Thank you for evoking these memories and blessings. God bless you always
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I really appreciate you sharing these thoughts. Our family memories fuel our future hope. Take care and be safe in your RV. God’s peace!
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I will! God’s peace to you and yours!
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Excuse my typos please! One word should be “wore” and it was my Dad that played softball!
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A beautiful tribute to grand parenthood!
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Thank you Diana. Passing this type of love from generation to generation is our legacy.
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You’re utmost welcome and I agree.
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I absolutely love this. It speaks of the contentment that comes from a life well-lived.
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Thank you so much. Being a grandfather has taught me much about the legacy of “passing the torch” to the next generation.
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