Sorry to hear her father passed.

Dad
It seems it is a season,
a time for letting go.
A plan we are a part of
A place we cannot know.
Our heart retains their memory
For just this flash of time.
Bathed in tears remembering,
Our Daddy, yours and mine.

SadieLu 9/3/2012

Thank you all again.

Beautiful, Sadie

Sadie you are in my thoughts and prayers. May you find comfort in all your happy memories together!

My Dad~

Daddy as you walk with me through the seasons of my life
my hand in yours feels tiny, my steps are twice your stride...
And daddy I remember the times you sheltered me
The times you smiled lovingly as you bounced me on your knee...
It's not so much a memory, a specific place or time
It that you live inside my heart because your love was mine...

©


It's been one year for me Sharris...I think about you often...

My sincere condolences to You and your Family on the loss of your beloved Father

So very sorry for the loss of your dad!
Sending prayers your way!

We have no choice when we come into this world and no choice when we leave it!

But hopefully he made the best of what he had since there are those who will remember him fondly and that is more than anyone can expect in life!

Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride

On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow

Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother’s breast

Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,

I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. the rivers of the dead

Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,

I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,

Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.

The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.

Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the liught of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go

Walking in the meadows of his son’s eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres’

Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.

O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.

Until I die he will not leave my side.

~Dylan Thomas (eulogy to his father)

Thank you, Kevin, thank you.

i hope you can take something from this, as i did.

love and strength to you and yours.

Always and gleaning. Thank you.