Friday, June 15, 2007

Jun 19, 2007 02:21

When a heart stops beating it's then that it is told, the story of a life sometimes young and sometimes old. For some, the tears start to come even as the laughter of a funny moment becomes unstuck in time and begins to unfold.

It's difficult for those beating hearts that are left behind to do the will of the one that has stopped. Sometimes those hearts just have to let the tears begin to drop. Crystaline tears that flow carry times of laughter, times of sorrow, and some of a babe grown into a child. Sometimes those tears just refuse to stop.

My heart still beats as the tears do fall, for it is our time to tell the story of a life both young and old, of a life that gave us half our own.

This heart loved his family, his friends, get togethers, a fine meal prepared at home to share with family, a good martini, his cars both old and older, talking with his daughters about everything under the sun, and a beautiful sunset when the day was done.

A good heart stopped Friday, June 15, 2007.

Dad, may you hear us tell your story of life, family, and friends, and when the day is done, look to your sunset and rest well knowing you are loved.

in memory of our dad...

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