I was taught life
I was taught life
I was taught love



kindness




strength
By my Grandpa

I said “Teach me Boom Boom”
When he read the newspaper


When he tied his shoes

When he got the candy

He always knew what to do
What to say...








You could see his soul
His eyes told a story
When he smiled it was like you and he were the only one’s who mattered
You’d hold his hand and know he’d never let go

He was fighting a war only Doctor’s could see…He lost

It all happened so fast
My grandma called…

My mom looked lost…


Right then I knew…


His soul was at the funeral…

In the eyes – laughs…

The voice that said it was ok…

I knew it was

From the first time my Boom Boom held out his hand---

I Never Let Go

Dedicated to

Max Dean
November 24, 1917 - December 17, 2000