This is a hard farewell. This is our longest good-bye. You had to go and I...I have to stay and wait for my day. Even so, it's a sad farewell. But after my teardrops are dry, we'll rejoice on high again, till then - my Darling - good-bye.
The years pass so slowly, each one harder still. His body now tired and worn. He thinks back on days when he worked and he played, and he prays that he could be reborn. He knows that God's plan was created for man and for learning to follow the Lord. Through the grief and the pain, there seems little to gain, but he patiently carries his load.
I dream it's my last farewell. When will be my final good-bye? The battle's end draws nigh. But we will have won when it's all said and done. Even so, it's our last farewell. So let all your teardrops be dry. The Lord has a place on high for me - yet - it's hard to tell you good-bye.
He gazes around him at the work of his life. His children with families of their own. Their eyes filled with sadness, their hearts set to break. In his quiet eyes, his love clearly shone. Their faces now dimming, but One brighter still - the Love of his life standing near! As his final breath leaves him, he feels sudden strength! Hand in hand now, he walks with his Dear!
This is my last farewell. This is my final good-bye. I'm not afraid to die! My life has been just...in God I will trust! Even so, it's our last farewell. But after the teardrops are dry. We'll all meet again on high - until then - my dear family...Good-bye!
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That's beautiful Billie Sue, did you write that?
What a great way to document that sweet reunion!
The pictures of Grandpa ride to the cemetery are SO BEAUTIFUL. It was a sad good-bye for all of us, sweetened only by the knowledege that he and Grandma were together again after the saddest of all goodbyes. I know that Grandpa was getting old, and losing his quality of life. I know that he missed Grandma everyday of the that 18 months. I know that he is with her again in a much better place. I know all of that, but I still cry as I read those words because I miss him. Grandma and Grandpa were such a big part of my life. Even with my faulty childhood memory, I remember them being there, always. There haven't been too many days in my 32 years of life that didn't include them. It is a big hole.
It was such a tribute to Grandpa and all that he did, taught,lived... all that he was. I can never thank you enough for calling me on that Monday. I felt like I got that special "chance" with him. I knew then the time was drawing near. I came home and prayed to my Savior it would be quick and he would be with his sweetheart soon. I know they both appreciate so much the love and devotion that you showed to them over the last five years. You were amazing and your devotion to them continues to shine as you share such precious words about them. I catch myself serveral times a day humming and singing "Walk a Mile in my shoes." It keeps me grounded and centered!
What a great post and great words that have been perfectly tailored for Grandpa! It truly is bitter sweet.
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