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.
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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"
REQUIEM
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.
My condolences and prayers to you and your family spd.
Beautiful words; my thoughts and prayers are with you and yours.
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?
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.
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