My grandfather left behind no great books of wisdom.

My grandfather has no discoveries carrying his name.

My grandfather received no notoriety,

except his name chiseled above the years of his life.

My grandfather left no monument,

except his gravestone.


Yet, every day --

after his regular working days were through --

he showed up,

loved his wife,

tinkered in his shop,

tended to his tools,

and did the dishes.


He greeted everyone warmly,

asked questions about their lives,

and actually cared about the answers.


Some may say he left nothing behind,

yet, most days,

I can feel him

encouraging me to live

a life of substance.