Posted on FaceBook, by Deborah Hudson
Condolences to you and your family. I just shared this poem with our family and now I share it with you. May you find solace within it.
Death is only an old door
Set in a garden wall;
On gentle hinges it gives, at dusk
When the thrushes call.
Along the lintel are green leaves,
Beyond the light lies still;
Very willing and weary feet
Go over that sill.
There is nothing to trouble my heart;
Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only a quiet door
In an old wall.
How many times have you heard Dad sing this?
Grandpa, I looked up to him a person, my Grandmother loved him...
He was a great man with many ways... success, hope, life... The secret of life, happiness, he knew that. Grandpa did what he loved though life, and even these last years did so well for him self. He was an honest man set in his ways.
You can't beat honesty and happiness.
He will be so missed.