Sunday, Dec. 21, 2003 - 8:47 p.m.
A FATHER'S LAST THOUGHTS
Her gentle touch and such was the moment that she passed my way this day.
A gift in every word she would say, and by the way she never smelled lovelier.
The air stirred as she passed and at last I saw her standing next to my bed.
My heart no longer heavy with the grief of all that I knew, the sky so blue, the air so mild and warm;
It was nothing like the chaotic storm that ragged within me.
I looked upon her, my own. To see her to feel her being here for me was a song never ending.
Spending my last days with her a blessing more precious than any one could imagine.
Had I told her everything I love about her? Did she not hide a verse, a tale, a moment from me?
Together we weathered the storm. I had but one wish that she may survive no matter what became of me.
I knew she knew more than I wanted to know. Yet she still came to my bed each day.
And so, I pray the Lord places his hand upon her in some way.
That I have been taken, that she may be awakened, and her heart made to embrace the rain and the sun with equal love.
She will not be without me for she will be given much.
My daughter like no other, a cherished beat in my heart; she keeps me alive when nothing else could.
She is so good!
At my moment of passing, I felt her everlasting love, so warm so bright; and never to blame.
I surrendered to the light, and saw the Eternal Love from where she came.
I will never leave you. My heart and love endures anew.
For you are here with me, as I am there with you.
Your Father.
