21st Nov 2016
We had a moving service at church on Saturday to remember and pray for those loved ones who have died during the last year. Like an automaton I went along, not feeling particularly happy about being there with all those others who also suffered a personal loss so recently.
But that was, of course, the very thing that made it a moment of special Grace. A lady I knew there whose son died just a few weeks ago was with her daughter and grandson, being healed a little . Many of the others were friends who were also grieving and in some way the strength to be gained from us all remembering together was hugely powerful . Many of us shed a tear and comforted each other.
Lit a candle for you both today,
And sat and had a little pray.
I miss you when I make the tea
I miss your jokes and revelry
I miss the stories that you told
Even if they were ones of old
I miss the way you knew all the news
The way you always shared your views.
I miss all our walks in beautiful places
The sea, and the hills, left smiles on our faces
I miss the way, mum, you made apple pie
I couldn't repeat it - how hard did I try.
And dad with your skill and intelligence
I was lucky if I'd got a bit of common sense.
One day we'll meet again I'm sure
When I find the way to the room next door
Even if they were ones of old
I miss the way you knew all the news
The way you always shared your views.
I miss all our walks in beautiful places
The sea, and the hills, left smiles on our faces
I miss the way, mum, you made apple pie
I couldn't repeat it - how hard did I try.
And dad with your skill and intelligence
I was lucky if I'd got a bit of common sense.
One day we'll meet again I'm sure
When I find the way to the room next door
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