For those that are unaware my father passed two years ago.
My family is placing his remains in a sanctuary/crypt this week.
I wrote this to place with him.
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Big game dreams with poultry means.
A Dakota boy with a shotgun toy.
Ramming cars in to tombstones.
Midnight clacking on the keyboard tappin.
Jack’N coke brought on really bad jokes.
A catalyst to his laugh that would brighten the room.
You see my father understood what many do not.
Don’t waste your time on this spinning rock.
Live your life fully and LOVE what you do.
He gave me that advice and I pass it to you.
A not good but great friend, best there could be.
He will live on inside you; inside me.
Hiking trough snow with our skis going slow.
Jasmine joins along in some puppy pit ping pong.
This man understood time is not to be wasted.
His clever tongue would inspire the young.
Phone bills sorin in the early mornin.
there’s that laugh again….
This day I remember a fluttering sound,
It was pretense to a yarn spun round.
Its the recorder that remains in my dreams.
Its melody sweet and flowing like streams.
Time has come, to bid you adue
In my fathers words, Peace be with you.