Cheers to a life well lived!

Today, would have been Grandpa (Paul) Rosenberger's 85th birthday.  Though he passed away in November, there are still days that I see things or hear something interesting, and forget for a second and think of picking up the phone to tell him.  His genuine interest and humble amazement in learning new concepts and bits of information was something that I have always counted on.  I miss being able to rely on his eager audience (whether in person or on the phone) to share my adventures and tales.  No matter where in the world my story started, he could make a connection.  It was like 7 degrees to Paul Rosenberger.  In fact I catch myself doing it with random people that I encounter, maybe it wasn't so crazy after all...or I inherited that same quirky gene?  

Cheers to a life well lived!

Who is that man, always a smile on his face

Taking his time, it's never a race

You may see him hunting or with a rod in his hand

Or out in his field, harvesting the land

The shop light could glow to the wee hours of morning

He'd take off with a buddy, no sign, no warning

He took pride in his garden, nothing he couldn't grow

He was out every morning, nine kids in tow

The way his eyes smile and brighten your day

He's sure to leave an impression, some how, some way

Calloused were his hands, his heart soft and true

Handshakes were often, his word was his glue

He always had the answer, nothing he couldn't mend

to some he was a hero, a partner, a friend

His family was his life, he was proud of us all

Never to be forgotten, we love you Grandpa

                                                                           

                                                                                                   by:  Krissy Maddock