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the sun shone
like it knew we needed it
to keep us from falling apart.

we came together
a family lost in grief
and disbelief
that someone so strong
could ever really be gone.

he loved. God, did he love.
he was loved. God, was he loved.

he was our rock
the foundation on which
we leaned, the steady presence
the towering oak
from whose acorns
grew images of his greatness.

he was the calm eye
in the centre of the world's storm
peaceful, ever-helpful
ox-strong, feather-soft.

he was our serene place
his was a kind face
a quiet giant, who sailed
terrible waters
with a gentle smile
and he never, never stopped loving.

to the end he fought bravely
tenacious and defiant
but the heavens needed him more
than we did, and at the end
he seemed to accept
the new journey he faced.

he loved. he loved. he loved.

he still loves
from his new place of rest
and he is born fresh
no pain, no fear
just love, his caring nature
lives on through his family.

a new star shines brightly
in the sky, now.
ever watchful, ever healing
ever peaceful, ever loving.

we came together
a family lost in grief
and disbelief that he was gone

but he is not gone.

he loved.
he loved.
he loved.

he still loves.
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© 2016 - 2019 quentinwrites
A tribute to my father-in-law who recently passed away.
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