It's hard to say goodbye, but it's easy to remember you.
As he looked into the sky, where god now gives him a place to lye. He now not feel an ounce of pain, nor shall he have to cry in vain. I loved my grandpa very much. And every life he met, he touched. Near or far he never quit. I love that man, my Grandpa Rich.
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