My Grandpa

This is a poem I wrote for my grandpa who died (Harry Cooper), but it can apply to any lost loved one.

I love grandpa
We all do
We can cry for him
But we shall not
Die for him
He would want us
To be strong
To remember him
To carry on his legacy
To keep living
He would not want us
To remain in the past
Because one day
We will see him
Again in

We will rejoice
And cry
And make up lost years
We will be happy

For me,
I will not only
See him,
I will see my
Summer sunshine
And all my
Other grandparents
That have left
Our world
And others that have
Not gone yet
And won’t for many

Be strong
We did not want this
To happen
But it did
Now we must
Embrace it
We must remember the past
Tend to the future
Yet live in the present

Surprises get in our way
Good or bad
But we cannot
Let them
Control us
We are strong
We love him
Yet we are still strong
We are a family.


Harry Cooper

Harry CooperHarry Cooper, 72, of Hampton, Connecticut died on Sunday, December 23, 2012. He was born in Yugoslavia on August 10, 1940, moved to Germany during World War II as a young child, and came to the United States at the age of fifteen. Upon high school graduation he served in the United States Air Force and worked his way through college, receiving a degree in Biology from Central Connecticut State University. After first embarking on a teaching career, he was then employed by the State of Connecticut where he enjoyed a long and fulfilling career within the Department of Environmental Protection from which he retired in 1996.

Harry is survived by his beloved wife Betty with whom he had been married for 49 years, sister Erika Wojnarowicz of Burlington, brother Rudolph Klauser of Germany, daughters Debra Majeske and her husband Christopher of Milton, Carrie Patruno and her husband Eric of Willington, and Jennifer English and her husband Robert of East Hampton, his grandchildren Riley, Joelle, Jacob, Lauren, Mihretu, and Cody, as well as nieces and nephews.

Harry will be lovingly remembered by his family as a devoted husband, loving dad, and a grandpa who adored his grandchildren. He enjoyed his retirement years to the fullest and spent his days doing the things he loved most, being with family, playing his guitar, listening to music, reading, going on long hikes, kayaking, and working in the garden. He also had been a dedicated runner and tennis player for most of his life. Harry will be dearly missed by his family.

HOPI PRAYER of The Soul’s Graduation

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive…