| In memory of my dad Carrol Dean Combs June 24, 1948~~July 13, 2007 |
Grief never
ends, But it
changes. It’s a
passage, Not a
place to stay.
The sense of
loss Must give
way, If we’re to
value The life
that was lived.
Grief is not a
sign of
weakness, Nor
a lack of faith,
It is the price of
love.
ends, But it
changes. It’s a
passage, Not a
place to stay.
The sense of
loss Must give
way, If we’re to
value The life
that was lived.
Grief is not a
sign of
weakness, Nor
a lack of faith,
It is the price of
love.
| Love never ends. And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. ~~ 1 Corinthians 13:8, 13 |
| I give you this one thought to keep- I am with you still- I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone- I am with you still- in each new dawn. You are missed more than you will ever know. You now have the wings you could never have here on earth. I love you daddy. |
