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The Heartwarming Poem My Great-Grandfather Wrote About The Meaning Of Life

"Remember that beautiful things come free; love and happiness and sweet liberty."

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In 1924, James McCrory immigrated to the United States from Ireland.

My great-grandpa was 24-years-old when he left Belfast for a town called Port Chester, New York, where he got married and raised nine kids.
Photo courtesy Cathy McCrory Saravia

My great-grandpa was 24-years-old when he left Belfast for a town called Port Chester, New York, where he got married and raised nine kids.

When his son (my grandpa) was elected mayor of Port Chester in 1978, he wrote him a poem pondering the meaning of life.

Photo courtesy Cathy McCrory Saravia

This is a handwritten copy of the untitled poem:

Image courtesy of John McCrory

And here's a transcription of the poem:

Image courtesy of Evan Davis