Great-grandfather, grandfather, father, husband and friend
A gentle giant at 6 feet tall A soft lap, arms that protected us all He would scoop me up and hold me tight My grandfather, a grand Irish knight Bath time was always such a treat Running to Grandpa with wrinkled wet feet He’d pick me up in an afghan wrap Telling me stories before my nightlong nap His beautiful voice boomed at Saturday evening mass How I longed to sing with him at each week’s pass Then home to Lawrence Welk, dancing on his feet This I would look forward to each and every week Life’s morals and lessons, such a patient teach His stories were tools to educate, goals for us each Trips to the Pine Room for pool and a glass of 7up Olsen’s ice cream twist, Grandpa really spoiled us Baking oatmeal raisin cookies, back in the day Lunches of sausage, crackers & cheese, when Grams was away The smell of his pipe smoke filling the air Drives out to Springbrook park to look for deer Cribbage and euchre, more card games along the way These are the moments that I remember today I thank you all for joining our family to share Grandpa Makey, thank you for your life, and just being there