Gramps worked hard till the day he died.
I was in New York playing hockey.
I was playing for Team Minnesota, excited and unaware of
what was happening back at home.
He lay on his deathbed catching crappies with me.
I was in New York playing hockey.
Grandpa's hands in the air, casting his fishing pole.
He lay on his deathbed catching crappies with me.
The calm nights on the lake with Grandma, showing the
pros how to catch 'em in their 10-foot aluminum rowboat.
Grandpa's hands in the air, casting his fishing pole.
I would have given my life to be fishing with Grandpa that night.
The calm nights on the lake with Grandma, showing the
pros how to catch 'em in their 10-foot aluminum rowboat.
I score my first goal after a few frustrating days on the team.
I would have given my life to be fishing with Grandpa that night.
Sitting in my dorm in Rochester, New York, I get a phone call
telling me my grandpa had passed away the previous night.
I score my first goal after a few frustrating days on the team.
I was not able to bring Gramps fishing one last time.
Sitting in my dorm in Rochester, New York, I get a phone call
telling me my grandpa had passed away the previous night.
Gramps lay on his deathbed catching crappies with me.
I was not able to bring Gramps fishing one last time.
Grandpa lay on his deathbed catching crappies with me.
Anthony M. Palkki
dedicated to Clinton H. Olin
Watercolor by Stan Fellows
