My beloved Grandpa Cook has passed on. I'm relieved to know he's no longer in pain but so sad that I won't see him again in this life. He was a truly amazing man and will be greatly missed. I will always cherish my afternoons spent listening to him tell stories from his younger days and our evenings of watching Jazz games together.
He had a way of making every one in his life feel important and special. I'm grateful for all his encouraging words and the amazing example he set.
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The well-traveled man who hated to go began his mornings at the Country Store Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo
Then off to the field where the wind did blow Warm sun on his neck, he'd work 'til called for The well-traveled man who hated to go
Cowboy boots on, with his hat tipped just so Daydreams of chasing wild mustangs once more Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo
Work took him places yet you'd never know he'd walked along the Okinawa shore The well-traveled man who hated to go
He'd speak of the past, the times long ago Fond memories you may have heard before Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo
An elopement with the girl he'd loved so Sixty-seven years passed. Love to adore. The well-traveled man who hated to go Sharing stories, sipping a cup of jo |
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