Bittersweet Memories

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Bittersweet Memories

Have you ever felt so bad that you do in everything in your power to try and not cry?

As soon as that one tear falls you quickly wipe it away from your eye.

Whoever said “You’ll never know something or someone’s part in your life until they’re gone” was telling the truth.

You’ll never know how sadness feels until it really hits you.

Money Man the atmosphere felt different, because you never walked into the back or front door.

I went to print my graph, and the Germ-x was out, and I remember how you would magically appear with more.

The spirit of the Lord was at church, so the place was a little warm.

I waited for you to come with your key, and then I remembered Jesus stopped by and you were gone.

I got me a piece of candy from Aunt Rev’s dish but for some reason it didn’t task the same.

I heard your laugh in the quiet room but you never came.

I ushered my first funeral today, and I did it with honor for my dear old friend.

I tried to smile, and be happy even though I was sad, because I will see you again.

When Lee spoke I saw you down front on the left saying “That’s my boy.”

At the end of the service I could see you in the front saying “I’m with God…oh what joy.”

Smitty and I remember the talks we had with you during our earlier ushering days.

Gray clouds hung low at the Creek, because we sad “see ya later” today.

The pastors will be thirsty, but someone else has to take the job of bringing the juice.

The church will get stuffy, but someone has to turn the air just “right” like you use to do.

Your wife will need comfort, because she lost a piece of herself this week.

Your sons will want to talk to their father, but they will have to remember the way you use to speak.

Your family, immediate and extended will miss their dear friend and brother, Mr. Hugh Lee.

They’ll all close their eyes and think of you, sad, but prayerfully knowing the memory was bittersweet.

 

October 30, 2009

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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