RIP
No particular reason, he just dressed that way
Brown neck tie, matching vest, both his wing tip shoes
Built a closet on our back porch, put a penny in a burned out fuse
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails and planks
He was level on the level, shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Well he used to sing me "Blood on the saddle" and rock me on his knee
And let me listen to the radio before we got TV
Well he'd drive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him, too
Stained glass in every window, hearin' aids in every pew.
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails and planks
He was level on the level, shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Now my Grandma was a teacher, went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in her milkin' cow for a Singer sewing machine
Well she called her husband, "Mister" and she walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books after Grandpa died
For Howard Neal 1916-2004. Sorry I wasn't there to say good bue in person.
*This song has no relevance to my grandfather other than he was a carpenter. But it makes me think of him any way... I wish I could hear it right now. Its weird not being there. i am very emotional at the moment. I let my own fear of death push me a way from a moment that I needed to deal with. I was really just too scared to fly. I would have been there if it hadn't been for that I think. I would give anything not to be so desperately scared to fly right now. i have no idea how I am going to make it in september. At the moment, it makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. I swear I will get over this. i sick of missing out I things I want to do, like see my grandfather and be with my dad when he needs me. I hate this distance sometimes. I feel sick.
Also... this was in my book last night. The very last line.
To live in the hearts we leave is not to die.
Brown neck tie, matching vest, both his wing tip shoes
Built a closet on our back porch, put a penny in a burned out fuse
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails and planks
He was level on the level, shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Well he used to sing me "Blood on the saddle" and rock me on his knee
And let me listen to the radio before we got TV
Well he'd drive to church on Sunday and he'd take me with him, too
Stained glass in every window, hearin' aids in every pew.
Grandpa was a carpenter, he built houses, stores and banks
Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and hammered nails and planks
He was level on the level, shaved even every door
And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war
Now my Grandma was a teacher, went to school in Bowling Green
Traded in her milkin' cow for a Singer sewing machine
Well she called her husband, "Mister" and she walked real tall and pride
And used to buy me comic books after Grandpa died
For Howard Neal 1916-2004. Sorry I wasn't there to say good bue in person.
*This song has no relevance to my grandfather other than he was a carpenter. But it makes me think of him any way... I wish I could hear it right now. Its weird not being there. i am very emotional at the moment. I let my own fear of death push me a way from a moment that I needed to deal with. I was really just too scared to fly. I would have been there if it hadn't been for that I think. I would give anything not to be so desperately scared to fly right now. i have no idea how I am going to make it in september. At the moment, it makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. I swear I will get over this. i sick of missing out I things I want to do, like see my grandfather and be with my dad when he needs me. I hate this distance sometimes. I feel sick.
Also... this was in my book last night. The very last line.
To live in the hearts we leave is not to die.