He was a Gentle Giant, not in size, but in heart;
as we gather today, we all know our own part.
He was never afraid to share his wisdom with us;
his advice was welcomed by all without much fuss.
The unveiling is now over, back to our roles we leap;
at the grave of this Gentle Giant, as he eternally sleeps.
Dad, I make this promise, now as I said to you before;
we'll take care of mom, and now, we'll even watch her door.
I will add one more promise, I'm sure you will condone;
we'll return once each year, to visit and mark it with a stone.
So sleep, Gentle Giant, we all miss and love you in our way;
there isn't a day in our life we don't ask: "what would dad say?"
Peter R.
