Dear Papa,
I am sitting here staring at the door.
Hoping with every hope in me that you will come walking through.
I dream of you and hope that Christmas in heaven was the best you ever had.
I pray that you have reunited with all your friends.
I pray that you found Glen.
I am rejoicing you are no longer hurting.
I see you hunting, jeeping, camping, running, driving stick all those things you wanted to do, but hurt.
The snow is light and fluffy the kind that is perfect for sledding and playing in.
Your eyes must be the sharpest they have ever been.
So look out your window and see the snow falling on the streets of gold.
Look down and see your grandson playing taps at your funeral sounding strong to the final note.
See all the people that came who love you. Did you see your jeeping buddies there?
Look down and see your son acting just like you taking care of all of us,
He's fixing things and helping out. I know he loves you so very much!
Look down and see your daughter, she walks along her mother's side. Loving, helping, comforting.
Did you see her Christmas present? An addition to the jeep. Because there is without a doubt she is her father's daughter.
Look down and see your wife, she loves you every day and dreams of seeing you again She has people here who love her and are here for her.
So Grandpa? Pick out a beautiful house in heaven. One that's big enough for all of us, the people we may marry and the kids that we may have.
Fix all the quirks, make all the adjustments. Give it the Al Helton seal of approval and someday we will come to see it.
We will gather around your table and see your face again.
Because you see grandpa, we are all okay here. We are taking care of each other and loving one another. We hold on to the hope of seeing you in your mansion, with the biggest shop around, but till then we will reminisce about the things we've done and the adventures that we had.
So, until then Papa,
I love you more!
I am sitting here staring at the door.
Hoping with every hope in me that you will come walking through.
I dream of you and hope that Christmas in heaven was the best you ever had.
I pray that you have reunited with all your friends.
I pray that you found Glen.
I am rejoicing you are no longer hurting.
I see you hunting, jeeping, camping, running, driving stick all those things you wanted to do, but hurt.
The snow is light and fluffy the kind that is perfect for sledding and playing in.
Your eyes must be the sharpest they have ever been.
So look out your window and see the snow falling on the streets of gold.
Look down and see your grandson playing taps at your funeral sounding strong to the final note.
See all the people that came who love you. Did you see your jeeping buddies there?
Look down and see your son acting just like you taking care of all of us,
He's fixing things and helping out. I know he loves you so very much!
Look down and see your daughter, she walks along her mother's side. Loving, helping, comforting.
Did you see her Christmas present? An addition to the jeep. Because there is without a doubt she is her father's daughter.
Look down and see your wife, she loves you every day and dreams of seeing you again She has people here who love her and are here for her.
So Grandpa? Pick out a beautiful house in heaven. One that's big enough for all of us, the people we may marry and the kids that we may have.
Fix all the quirks, make all the adjustments. Give it the Al Helton seal of approval and someday we will come to see it.
We will gather around your table and see your face again.
Because you see grandpa, we are all okay here. We are taking care of each other and loving one another. We hold on to the hope of seeing you in your mansion, with the biggest shop around, but till then we will reminisce about the things we've done and the adventures that we had.
So, until then Papa,
I love you more!
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