No more long Sunday drives
Through the quiet countryside.
No more seeing his smiling face
When I find him in his favorite place.
No more watching Mr.Green
Or some other PBS comedy
And hear him laugh aloud
With his laughter filling the house.
No more hearing sometimes stern and sometimes gentle voice;
It is silent now like a deep, empty void.
No more seeing him hunched over in the garage
Determined to fix the truck, tractor, or car.
No more watching him in the fields
Planting, harvesting, or tilling.
No more playing with him outside
Teaching me to play ball, oh how he tried.
Dad could coach me to hit here and there
But I was not meant to be a softball player.
No more fishing at the little pond
Where once I caught a trout with my own rod.
Dad said my fish was too small
So he unhooked it and gently let it go.
No more summer celebrations or holidays
To see him so joyful and to wish him Happy Birthday.
No more waiting in the dark and the late night
To see his car arrive by the beam of his headlights.
For many nights I had laid in bed wide awake
Until I knew dad was home from work and was safe.
Also no more seeing him suffer in great pain
As illness riddled his once strong and tall frame.
For he lived with increased pain for years;
Some days were good but others full of hurt and fear.
But now I know he lives in another world far above
Inside of God’s great grace and amazing love.
He is alive and well in the lofty realms of heaven
Living forever in God’s everlasting kingdom.
Becky G? Oh, That's Me! 