On April 20th 2011, we lost another member of our greatest generation, my Papa. He was the kindest, the silliest, the truest, and the most generous and patient person I've ever known. He was outgoing and fun and always had a story to share, a hand to lend, or a corny joke to tell. He was my hero, and I'll miss him beyond words.
God saw the road was getting rough,
The hills were hard to climb.
He gently closed those loving eyes
And whispered "Peace be thine,"
The weary hours, the days of pain,
The sleepless nights are passed.
The ever-patient worn out frame
Has found sweet rest at last.
God saw you were getting weary
So he did what He thought best;
He came and stood beside you
And whispered, "Come and rest!"
You bade no one a last farewell,
Not even a good-bye,
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why.
~ taken from the funeral card