Kenneth George Chick
October 31, 1921-January 25th, 2004
You are ever present in my thoughts and in my heart.
I miss you Gramps, every single day.
I'll catch your smile on someone's face,
your whisper in the wind's embrace
through diamond skies and stars and dreams
I find your love in everything.
The sun, the sky, the rolling sea
all conspire to comfort me,
from sorrow's edge life's beauty seems
to find you love in everything.