It has been sometime since I wrote. Where have I been? On Sunday September 16th, 2012 my world was changed forever when I got the news that my Dad has passed away suddenly. It has taken some time to get back to routines and do more than just going through the motions of life.
Yesterday was the first day I have felt the heaviness lift. I heard this line in a song - Let everything that has breath praise the Lord, and read this post -
How to Handle Losses at
A Holy Experience. I choose to praise Him.
Through it all I have learnt much. Even as I write this post I found these posts
How to Live the Really Best Bucket List and
How to Live, Blog, Write. I know that I have more to say. It is just going to take some time.
For now here is the poem that I wrote for Dad.
There are not enough words
Or pages I can find
To write a fitting legacy
For you are one of a kind
But the words they start
to come
And the memories overflow
The stories keep on coming
From the lives you've
touched of those you know
At the place that we call
home
Your fingerprints are
everywhere
There's not a place I can
look
That doesn't radiate your
care
You always had the time
No matter how long it
would take
You knew what was
important in life
It's not things, but the
memories you make
You always taught us to be
our best
In your quiet way
I'm proud, stand tall, be
true, be you
Do what you've set your
mind to is what you'd say
The greatest gift a father
can give
You proved time and again
Is to love their mother
You were her soulmate and
her friend
You are our rock of
strength
A solid stone beneath our
feet
You gave us roots and
wings to fly
And touch the lives of
those we meet
You've laid your tools to
rest
Hung up your rod and hat
Your hard work is now done
Put your boots down by the
mat
The time has come, it is
too soon
I still can't believe
you're gone
It is good night and not
goodbye
In us your legacy lives on
With hugs and kisses I
know full well
He's waiting for you there
So into the Father's arms
I dedicate your care
Now to those of you who
knew him
There is just one thing I
ask of you
The love he shared, please
pass it on
One of the greats has
gone, but it's time the ripple grew.
Colleen
The last verse of the poem refers to the stones that we used in the service. When you throw a stone in water the ripples that result radiate outward. Dad was our rock and in memory we can carry on the love that he shared. So everyone was invited to take a stone when they came to put a flower on the casket. The idea was to throw it into water or place it somewhere as a reminder of how Dad touched their lives.
Till next time