Another year has passed, since we last said goodbye.
There's still days, I confess, when I break down and cry.
For so many times I wish, that you were here to listen
Like you always did and gave advice, without condition.


I picture your face, smiling, so clearly in my mind.
There's things I need to share, but no one can I find
Who can take your place, here, deep within my heart
I know you had to leave but I wasn't ready for us to part.


I wanted a little longer, though I know that you were weary,
From frustration borne by failing sight and fragmented hearing.
I've still not come to terms with the fact you had to go.
Your in my thoughts every day, because I loved you so.


Dad, your love and guidance when you were here with me
Has remained imprinted in my soul and I feel I can almost see
You sitting here beside me sharing happy times and sorrow
Giving me the strength as always, to cope with my tomorrows.


I pray that you are happy and now free from earthly ills,
In a place of peace and contentment where you can get your fill
Of happiness you so richly deserve and please save a place for me
So that once again, I'll be by your side, happy and carefree.


Copyright J.Furner 2002

A Glimpse Of Heaven

Sometimes when I'm dreaming
I fly away with you.
You take my hand and show me
where I'll be going to.
There is a lovely garden,
with swings made out of flowers
where little children laugh and play
and while away the hours.
The people look so happy,
they've all got jobs to do,
Flowers, birds and animals
all seem at home there too.
I know now why you showed me
this very tranquil place.
It's so I won't be frightened
When I leave the human race.
So though this visit's fleeting
it's put my mind at rest.
I know that those departed souls
are very, very blessed.

Bridget Pluis

Dad,
Three years... they've gone so fast, yet there's not a day
passed when you haven't been on my mind.
Oh.. there's so many times I could have done with your advice...
life just isn't the same without you.

I've sat down with Jason a few times this past year
trying to steer him in the right direction as his life is changing
and after our conversations I got this strange feeling
that it wasn't me saying those words to him...
even the way I sat down with him...
the manner in which I sat...
it wasn't me.
The words weren't mine...
it was you.
Even Jason saw the similarity in manner.

It comforts me to know you are close,
I just wish I could reach out and touch you,
hear your voice once more.

Dad, I love you and miss you so very much.

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