Cheryl remarks often that Dad loved poetry. That's a part of him I didn't know well. I think poems became more important to him at some time after I had moved away from home. I found this poem on his computer in a folder marked "Poems". I don't know where he got it from.
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To say goodbye's impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life's a piece of the sublime,
A breath so full of grace it cannot be,
A wave that ripples endlessly through darkness.
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I would like to post a short poem - Author Unknown.
You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray
That he'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and
see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see him
Or you can open your eyes and
see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only
that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn back.
Or you can do what he would want:
SMILE, OPEN YOUR EYES, LOVE AND
GO ON.
I believe this is the philosophy that John lived by. We will miss him so much.
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