x 12 "I'm Free"
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.I'm following the path God made for me.When I heard him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work, or play.Tasks left undone must stay that way.I found that peace at the close of day.If my parting has left a void,then fill it with remembered joy, a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,ah yes, these things too I will miss.Be not burdened with times of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.My life's been full, I savored much. Good friends,Good times, a loved one's touch.Perhaps my time seems all too brief, don't lengthen it now wth undue grief.Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now.
He set me free.
Godspeed
"I carry you with me into the world,into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people & for me,it will always be this way,walking in the light,remembering being alive together"
Thanks again for everything that you brought to us .
A thousand shared laughs , your knowledge and ideas ,
but most of all ,
your friendship .
I'll miss you , bud .
He will be missed but he is in a better place. Forgive our selfishness for wanting you to stay.
You were the finest gentlman and human being that I have met here. May the winds be at your back on your greatest journey my friend. Till the trumpet blows for me, farewell George.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
After They Are Gone
When someone we love passes away,
We ache, but we go on;
Our dear departed would want us to heal,
After they are gone.
Grief is a normal way to mend
The anguish and pain in our hearts;
We need time to remember and time to mourn,
Before the recovery starts.
Let's draw together to recuperate,
As we go through this period of sorrow;
Let's help each other, with tender care
To find a brighter tomorrow.
By Joanna Fuchs
I never had the chance to get to know George in the way that many of you did but many people that I have met here on lit all spoke so highly of him. May he rest in peace.