A Tribute To My Grandaddy

****This really isn't a poem, its more like a story, my grandmother has had it for 16 years and i think its really sweet. I didn't write this. please read, rate and comment, it would mean alot!***

I want to share with you a what my granddaddy taught me.
This will be my first Christmas without him.
And although his family can find comfort in each other,
We all feel so very much alone at times.
His wife is all alone now in that big house.
But with plenty to keep her busy.
She lives each day with the memories,
And somehow can't help but smile through the tears.
His daughter is trying hard to accept and understand,
Although she seems to be doing all right.
She too stays busy - - - trying to soften the blow.
But deep inside, she hurts so much and I just want to help her.
His son wishes now he had told him that he loved him,
But the words just never seemed to come.
His grandchildren hold tight to each other,
Knowing how blessed we were to have him in our lives.
My granddaddy and I had a very special relationship,
He was my mom's daddy, but also a very close friend to me.
We spent hours upon hours sitting and talking,
And though the words were few, we knew the love was there.
My granddaddy never could express his love with words.
But even without speaking, he taught patience.
With a smile, he showed me kindness.
With a laugh, he taught me joy.
And with a tear, he taught me love.
Through his stories, he taught me how to reach out my hand,
How to help those who might not be so fortunate.
His memories of his younger days were bittersweet.
And he proudly told of struggles, and how he overcame them.
He was quiet, humble and gentle, and he would never give a second thought.
To helping someone else in times of trouble.
I was at his side when he dies as breath slowly left him.
Saddened, but relieved to know he would hurt no more.
I don't cry as often as I thought I would,
Supposedly because he left me with a warm feeling - - LOVE.
I can feel him smiling down on me when I've done well.
And I feel him frown when he's disappointed with me.
I know I'll be all right, because even through the tears,
I can feel his genuine love for me.
And you see, my granddaddy didn't really leave me.
He's just waiting till we are together again.
Leave the light on for me, Granddaddy. . . . .

please vote and comment, it would mean alot i know its not a poem, but its kinda a story and it brought tears to my eyes when i first read it!
thanks so much for reading it!!