This photo is so reminiscent of my mother. She loved the sunsets along the Pacific shores. I remember the times we left our own footprints in the sand, watching with fascination as the waves washed them away, leaving pearls and shells behind. We did not expect to lose you; We came home to Dad's bedside Sitting quietly beside him, As he lay, fighting for his life Thinking how to comfort him I knew I had a cross to bear To share with him that, in life, You had drawn your last breath The Lord had other plans for you And provided strength for me To tell him of your own life's fight, He thanked me, each time I saw him Until six weeks later, he lost his light I feel because he loved us so, He stayed a few more weeks Helping me heal, letting me weep, As he lay dying, we bid our goodbye To you, and your heavenly flight! ~nrl |
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