I don’t want to forget your face . . .
I will never forget your heart!
Four months are gone.
Who would have known
How much we miss this man?
So many days
We always marked
By song and food and words.
Christmas day.
Mama’s Birthday.
New Years day, Valentines.
Church meeting times.
Winter Bible School.
Every Single Sunday.
Good Friday’s dearth.
Glad Easter’s Morn.
Our Family gathered in.
Anniversaries,
And birthdays, too.
No cards to mark our days.
Daddy’s strong sons
Cleaned and put up
Purple Martin houses.
Faithful Martins
Came back on time.
Built their nests. Mama cried.
The lima Beans
Flower gardens
His straw hat on the shelf.
The memory
Of who he was
Sits quietly in our hearts.
Four Months Are Gone.
How could we’ve known
How much we’d miss this man?
Delaware Grammy 
A very touching tribute.
All the “Firsts” are so hard, dear friend. As you acknowledge the pain, the missing, the empty seat at meals and church services, the missed cards on special occassions … also acknowledge that these all indicate that the man missed was So Very Special A Human Being, made so by the mighty hand of God in his life … and lift your sorrowing, grieving, tearful voice in praise to our Lord. How blessed you and I have been … with our beloved fathers. Love you.
I cannot imagine… I am still blessed with my dad’s life, and I am so thankful. He has always been one of my favorite persons. Your dad must have been a very special person also. God’s blessings on you.
He looks like a very gentle sweet man. My heart goes out to you.