Hey Grandpa,
I don't know where are you now,
but i hope you can hear me,
I already miss you so much, i don't know what to do without you.
I know you're in heaven with your son and I know you're fine, i love you.
"Send me a letter from heaven, tell me about your place Paint me the view from your window, are the streets made of gold like they say Can you reach out and touch the hand of God each and every day
My ears miss your voice, My eyes miss your face My skin misses your touch and the whole world misses your grace"
(Tim Shelter-letter from heaven)
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