To Honor a Great Man

08-08-08 At aged 88. Robert Archie Peters. My Grandpa. The only one I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, passed away on friday after drifting into a peaceful sleep at the home.

Grandma and Grandpa lived down the road from us growing up, so we were always at their house playing, or they’d stop by the farm on their way home from tuesday dancing with the friends. Grandpa was a quiet yet opinionated man whom you never had to question where you stood. He was a problem fixer. He spoke his mind and loved deeply. We were his cherished family – all seven of his kids, fourteen grandchilden and three great-grandchildren. I sat last night trying to think of what his love languages were and I concluded that physical touch and words of affirmation were how Grandpa shared his love.

As an adult living over nine hours from home, that is one of the greatest things I’ve missed – the sunday potlucks, birthday dinners, or relatives stopping in unexpectadly to show their great city purchase or have a cup of coffee on the way home. The heritage that Grandpa and Grandma have built for us is great.

I have heard from stories told to me – that Grandpa used to take the radio and put it at the bottom of the stairs before Grandma awoke, to play her his favourite song “Daisy a Day”. He would look at her, even while sick the past couple of years, and say to her “You’re my darling wife”.

Grandpa was strong. Loved God. Believed in truth. Loved to dance. Adored woman. Built the farm. Built a family. He was respected and loved by all who knew him. And now he can dance again. Grandpa, I love you.

A Daisy A Day
He remembers the first time he met ‘er
He remembers the first thing she said
He remembers the first time he held her
And the night that she came to his bedHe remembers her sweet way of sayin’
Honey has somethin’ gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin’
And the reason he wrote ‘er this song
I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

They would walk down the street in the evenin’
And for years I would see them go by
And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
Could be seen in the gleam of their eyes

As a kid they would take me for candy
And I loved to go taggin’ along
We’d hold hands while we walked to the corner
And the old man would sing ‘er his song

I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

Now he walks down the street in the evenin’
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he’s believin’
He’s holdin’ ‘er hand like before

For he feels all her love walkin’ with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day

I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away

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2 thoughts on “To Honor a Great Man

  1. teeveebee says:

    Lani,
    I’m so sorry for your loss. You’ve written a beautiful tribute to your Grandpa. And the words to “Daisy A Day” brought tears to my eyes. What an amazing legacy he has left for his family.

    Terrie

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  2. chelsey says:

    Wow, as I wipe the tears away from my eyes I think of my Grandpa who passed away a few years ago. Your workds reminded me so much of him, love of family, his wife and just a love of life. My Grandma and Grandpa’s favourite song was “You are my sunshine” and they would sing it to each other as their own sign of love. Beautiful tribute Lani, your Grandpa must have been an amazing man to have such an amazing grandaughter.

    xo

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