Sunday, August 20, 2006

Big Jim

Did we ever touch?
Or just bully past each other?

Either way, sir,
You remain my lighthouse.
And for all the glare of your harsh stare,
I love you still.

Rest, now, friend and father
And know that you have lit a beacon.
Strong enough to guide this single life.


portia said...

My condolences, spd.
My thoughts and prayers are with you, and K.

For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life

"Prayer of St. Francis"

Anonymous said...


by Robert Louis Stevenson

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie

Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me

Here he lies where he longed to be

Home is the sailor, home from sea,

And the hunter home from the hill.

KJ said...

My condolences and prayers to you and your family spd.

camojack said...

Beautiful words; my thoughts and prayers are with you and yours.

Cassandra said...

Of course you touched.

Fathers show their love in odd ways, especially to their oldest sons. It is a bittersweet thing. I've watched it twice now.

But you know that, too, don't you?

Pooke said...

Our condolences, Spd. He must have been a hell of a man to have raised one hell of a man. May you and your family find solace and comfort in each other with his passing.