For the past two years I’ve been helping an old family friend with her husband who had deteriorated to the point where help was needed to get him to bed and all those fun things that we take for granted, he had some sort of dementia possibly stemming from extended time in Vietnam and the effects of Agent Orange. He was quite the golfer and gardener as well, before I got involved. Everyone knew that death was eventual but we didn’t know when. Over these two years I’ve become like a member of the family. This is a poem that reflect best on his death. I am not quite sure who the poet is as Melissa Shreve or unknown, so whomever it is they wrote a nice poem.
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, “Peace be thine”.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.