An Empty Place
I went to Granny’s house today,
And a lot of family was gathered there;
Although we acted jovial and happy,
We all knew why we’d come;
It was because of an empty place.
As we talked of happy memories
And times gone past;
We’d all become silent
Thinking of the one
Who used to fill that empty space.
We’d all be congregated in one room
Talking again of lighter things,
When once again we’d become silent
Almost expecting a funny remark
From that empty place in the room.
Although we all miss
The person who filled that place,
We would not wish him back;
For he has filled a place
At the feet of Jesus.
(In memory of my PawPaw)
I went to Granny’s house today,
And a lot of family was gathered there;
Although we acted jovial and happy,
We all knew why we’d come;
It was because of an empty place.
As we talked of happy memories
And times gone past;
We’d all become silent
Thinking of the one
Who used to fill that empty space.
We’d all be congregated in one room
Talking again of lighter things,
When once again we’d become silent
Almost expecting a funny remark
From that empty place in the room.
Although we all miss
The person who filled that place,
We would not wish him back;
For he has filled a place
At the feet of Jesus.
(In memory of my PawPaw)
I wrote most of this poem the day PawPaw died. It helped get some of my feelings onto paper. PawPaw was a strong, gentle man with an incredible sense of humor. He was the kind of man that worked behind the scenes and didn't much like being put in the spotlight for doing what he knew needed to be done. There's no one like PawPaw and no one who will ever be just like him. As one of the preachers said at his funeral, PawPaw served his generation. We all deeply miss you, PawPaw, but we are thankful that you are no longer suffering and are happy with Jesus!
