I would like to share this poem with all of you.
How do I love thee? Let me count the
ways,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and
height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of
sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from
praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's
faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints-I love thee with the
breath,
Smiles, tears of all my life!-and, if God
choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1809 - 1861
Thank you for being my father, and for all of your loving kindness while raising me daddy.
Your loving daughter,
Patty
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I would like to share a few responses I received when I e-mailed my friends a tribute to my father.
Patty: yesterday was the one year anniversary of my dad's death. I know what you are feeling right now. But know that the greatest gift anyone can give another person is love - and you gave him so much, and he gave so much back. After a year, the pain lessens because it is in the order of life, but you will never cease missing him as I have not stopped missing mine. My heart goes out to you. I hope he passes quietly like my father. Thank you for the awesome love you spread around to all of us because that is ultimately what matters. Jesus said the greatest commandment is to love God with all your heart, and the second greatest commandment is to love others with all your heart. You have done that. Hugs always, Christine
I found another beautiful poem in a book of poetry by Patricia Duncan. The poem is called (These Gifts). They are for your DAD.
If some gifts I were to give thee
these gifts would surely be
A STAR within the heavens
of perfect symmetry
to glow and glisten brightly
when darkness swallows thee
A Rainbow I would give thee
as a symbol of
all the joy and laughter
present in our love
And then I'd want to give thee
a golden old OAK TREE
to shelter and protect thee
from life's uncertainties
To thee I'd give a RAINDROP
to save in chystal rare
and all I ask in return
is that thee love me equally
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